Pitter patter,
Pitter patter,
Oh where are you my love?,
In all of this pitter patter?,
You know what this rain does to me,
You know as I look upon this rain,
I think of you,
My arms long to have you in them,
My lips burn to place them upon yours,
My eyes wish to gaze into yours,
Pitter patter,
Pitter patter,
Mon amore,
Please come home soon
You wait,
Wait for me,
Why?,
What have I done to deserve this?,
Deserve this wonderful privilege,
To have you,
But yet not have you,
For you to say she's the one,
When truly,
I am no one,
I do not deserve you,
Your smile,
Your sparkling eyes,
I do not deserve them,
You have no idea,
How amazed I am,
How grateful I am,
How lucky I am,
To have you
love poem from a pillar of salt by TheAdequateGatsby, literature
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love poem from a pillar of salt
the words 'i love you'
have always tasted like forbidden fruit
an apple offered by a helpful serpent-
sweet and fleeting but
the words 'i loved you'
just taste of
finality.
i always thought that leaving you would be like leaving gomorrah
that i couldn't help looking back
and when i did i'd feel an ocean dry itself beneath my skin
but this is so much quieter
and so much worse.
my knuckles taste of blood,
not salt.
there is no new testament here
just old testament fire
just lot's wife standing on a forgotten hill
rocksalt freezing her outstretched hands
watching her hometown burn below her.
there is no forgiveness here
just mutual lonelin
once upon a november,
i fell in love with your eyes
(you laughed quietly at my pride, and pressed your lips into my neck anyway) please,
just
breathe me in again, hold me close, even if only for a second
or do i need to imagine you there
because the winds do rip and the storms do tear
and you, you were always my shelter but today i'm drowning in your arms so
the glass will only break
jeanclaire was here
her truth bleeds from within these pages
all that she loves and the beauty that she is
and all that there ever was is whispered herein
a sneak peek into the soul that is
and forever will be the most amazing
you may ever be blessed to meet
she is love and light
and all things good and sweet
with the universe inside of her
she will show you all that is glorious
inside of you
if you let her
she is the one
who will give you all that she has
so that you may see that you too
have universes inside of you
and together
we are one and the same.
The incessant squeal
of a mouse on a wheel
running round
inside my mind
I find the silence
deafening to my senses
seeking comfort in sounds
other than the thoughts scurrying around
quietening the hustle and bustle
of a million ideals
fighting for prime position
at the forefront of my tongue
my mind creaks
as it overflows
yet I barely speak
for fear of not being heard
nestled amongst
where the wild things grow
the moonlight bathes her bare flesh
eyes as green as the moist grass glistening
in the golden rays of the morning sun
before it breaks o'er the horizon
skin as pale as a lilly white moon flower
that guides you through the darkness like a beacon
and if you let her she will lead you
to yourself
hear her gentle whispers
breathe their way
into your soul
but don't dare blink
or avert your eyes
for she will also lead you astray
her intention are far from pure
they bleed you of your darkest desires
and she will feed off your soul
it fuels her fire
some say she's a siren
others a legend
only I know
when my demons take hold by jeanclaire, literature
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when my demons take hold
my hands are worn
as the skin peels
my blisters bleed
my souls torn
as my lungs restrict
I struggle to breathe
when my demons take hold
and the hurt sets in of a life half lived
I yearn for something more to give
I write to forgive; and to forget
yet the memories remain
and I’m left to soldier along; through my pain
I daren't scream out in anguish
I'd hate to impose
so I face my demons alone and exposed
I cant give up or give in
I must fight this good fight
try as I might
the days I wake with the will to live
are few and far between
every other day I dust my self off and face the world with a knowing grin
this crippling cloud of
King! Prussia x Chubby! Servant! Reader My King by batdrizzy, literature
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King! Prussia x Chubby! Servant! Reader My King
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Prussia's P.O.V
Gilbert woke up with (y/n) in his arms . He yawned quietly and slowly untangled himself from her and crawled out of bed . He looked out his balcony . It was still dark out and soldiers were getting ready for the battle . He changed into a new shirt and a pair of pants . He went to grab his sword from its place when he felt arms wrap around him.
"Leaving without saying goodbye?" (Y/n) asked sleepily . "I don't like goodbyes anyways ."
"I don't either ," he said and put a hand over hers . He then turned around to see her tearing up . He leaned down and kissed