darling,
your eyes are supposed to look into my soul,
where you could easily see your own reflection,
not shooting daggers at my direction.
your hands are supposed to be intertwined with mine,
drawing small circles at the center of my palm,
not hurting me until i turn blue.
honey,
your lips are supposed to be kissing my temple,
chasing away my tangled thoughts,
not curled down belittling my words.
your mouth are supposed to be saying wisdom,
whispering sweet nothings into my ear,
not go around spitting venom my way.
my love,
your shoulders are supposed to be my safe haven,
where i would go when things get out of hand,
not becoming cold and distant when i need them.
your chest are supposed to be where i lay on,
the one i would always call a home,
not being the place i'm running from.
buttercup,
your heartbeat are supposed to be calming my storm,
telling me this is where i belong.
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Her Side Of The Story
PoetryStories from my point of view, basically what's on my mind. Sometimes it's about my own life and experiences, other times it's just what randomly pops up in my mind. Each and every poem is written by me, unless stated otherwise. Read, vote, and comm...
