u/Whatsurpassword

It was just a part on your leg,

yet it left me for dead.

Like a bullseye for my eyes,

I was more than surprised.

I couldn't look away

or think of anything to say.

Now I know my kryptonite, but that's alright —

just give me those legs to play with all night.

You shouldn't act surprised that they're the best thing in my eyes.

They're a part of you, and that's more to love of you

I would even write something about your old shoe.

Every little thing about you is off its tit,

that's my slang way of saying I love every bit.

They're burned into my brain and I won't be the same,

I can't look at legs again without being in pain.

I've never wanted anything so bad for myself,

Those legs really do improve my mental health.

You should just know this hasn't been a cruise

on the way falling down over them, I got a new bruise.

From my head to my toes I got a complete and utter flutter,

my nervous system did nothing but freeze and stutter.

Could they really be the sexiest legs I have seen?

And what does what they do to me even mean?

All I know is that if I see them again,

I'm going to ring up and brag to a friend:

"I just saw the legs of a goddess, and I must confess

they left me in a mess.

If desire wanted to test me, I would've failed that test."

So now you know, and I know you know,

so let me just thank thy lady for thy show,

and thank those legs again before I go.

I ache an ache that can only be described as heartache.

Is this what love does?

When you have a someone there to think about,

your heart aches for them with the loudest shout.

How brave I am, to replace a fantasy with a real person —

the difference between longing and missing,

I know that feeling for certain.

Old days, I used to dream about a someone.

Now I dream about absolutely no one,

for I couldn't possibly dream of how great she would be.

Beyond my wildest thoughts, she is to me.

She expanded my imagination

beyond anything I thought would be my salvation.

It's just hard to describe how I feel inside.

I worry so much about not being by her side.

If it were someone else that handled her anger,

would they do wrong and throw it back at her?

I'd rather it be me, so I know she is safe.

I don't want anyone to ever harm her in any way —

something I never did when I was just dreaming.

It was all just smiles; it never had any meaning.

What would I say to myself back then,

when I was writing about a future girlfriend?

I would say: "Hey, there will come the day

when your hopes come to play,

and a face becomes the place

for what you have chased.

And you won't know at all

how hard you will fall,

when you have to finally risk it all —

to be sometimes uncertain

that you might lose your person,

but still take the leap and stay on your feet,

and always try.

Because she will make living feel like being alive."

Time for a rhyme that leaves you asking why,

And if I ever needed to even try.

Someone said there isn't a word to rhyme with orange

I just laughed and said, "Oh, don't you worange."

Let me say that about a banana:

Can I turn that word into a sentence Delirama

No, I should've said peach — that word's easier for the speech.

How about a ham? That's a good plan.

I could go on forever about me being a handsome man.

What about maybe a big giant pineapple?

I could be lazy and cut it in half and just say apple.

Oh, but what about the word pine?

I can't leave that word left behind.

You say a fruit this time and see if I make it rhyme.

It was durian, wasn't it?

This will be hard, I'll admit. Let me chew that word and get ready to spit.

OK, here we go — I'm about to put on the final show.

You thought of a hard word, and it was durian,

And I thought of Garrus of Mass Effect, the Turian.

You are my world,

And I never thought I would say that to a special girl.

I've only ever seen it in movies,

But the way you make me feel really moves me.

From the thoughts of "wish you were here,"

To the music I imagine us dancing to that brings a tear

I don't think we would ever let a door be closed in between us,

For anything closed between us would be a wall between us.

You may as well change our names to Glue,

Because there's nowhere I'd rather be than stuck to you.

Two souls swimming in an endless ocean of love,

Just us Together, smiles bellow and laughter above.

In pure bliss we would never miss, when we embrace and share the sweetest kiss.

Hold me now and forever in your arms,

And lets together heal every one of our harms.

My heart's never spoken so true

Since the day I started speaking to you.

You came along and gave me the key

That I needed to fully open the love in me.

It's yours now, and you just own it

You are the one I chose to be the home for it.

Answer the question the day that I ask,

And I'll give you more than I have ever been tasked.

I'll give you the world,

Because to me, you're my special girl.

I'll keep telling you

Until the day you believe it's true.

Until then, I'm here with you.

I handed her a small pebble in the shape of a heart, its edges smoothed by the ocean's kiss.

She slipped it into her pocket without a second glance, already turning away. "Oh, that's cute, thanks," she said, like it was a trinket from a vending machine.

Her response wasn't gratifying at all. I guess because I didn't tell her about the pebble.

I didn't tell her how I'd been looking and sifting through rocks and stones all day, getting a little bit excited every time I found one that seemed special, my heart racing at the thought of giving it to her.

You see, I saw a video on Adélie penguins, and how they collect a shiny pebble to give to their hopeful mate. They spend hours, days finding the perfect one, and then that little hopeful male penguin waddles up, full of hope, to his maybe-beloved, up to her on her nest, gives it to her hoping she will tuck it away and choose him.

I wanted something like that feeling, for her and for us because I chose her and tucked her into my heart like it was her home. I hoped she would feel the pebble.

Because it wasn't just a pebble. It was my way to make a loving moment, to turn my feelings of love for her into a grand gesture—like an engagement ring; like when I whisper to her "stay with me" while she sleeps.

But she never understood my love language. She never really did. "Was I feeling too much?" I ask myself.

Now I walk away after giving her that pebble, feeling like a sad little penguin, whose heart just turned to rock, because the love I gave... felt like it wasn't enough.

It wasn't the perfect pebble I had been searching for to give her. It was the best version of my heart I could give.

Why is she so nice?

Every word from her is like eating candy rice.

Give me more and more, I'm not full yet,

I want to get as bloated as I can get.

Just a "hi" feels like being hit with a sunsetted sky,

And I feel like the luckiest guy,

And she doesn't need to even try.

Can someone explain why?

Now onto the next thing that's got me in a sting

When she laughs, it feels like the greatest thing,

Like I've just made a beautiful angel sing.

Can someone tell me if that rings?

What else can I think of that's annoying?

That was a joke, you know I'm just toying.

Oh yeah, how she just exists,

And the words that I think of her is infinite kiss,

And how she's the person that I infinitely miss.

Can someone tell me if that's the answer to my wish?

This poem is just my inner monologue,

For I write when I feel like I'm stuck in a bog,

Sitting upon an old mossy log.

She's just always on my mind, in pure thoughts that are kind.

I need to talk to her now so I don't lose my mind.

I think I will rewind and read this poem again,

So I can get lost in feeling my heart's best friend.

Do you stare into her eyes and get lost like it's the sky?

Does the feel of her touch give you butterflies?

Do you hide her notes to remind her your her forever?

Does losing her scare you and you think "no way never"?

Do you think about her being loved more by someone else?

Does it make you want to better yourself?

Do you promise every day to try?

Does every failure make you cry?

Do you fall into her whole essence ?

Does it make you madly crave her presence ?

Do you dream of the brightest future and days?

Does it make you always want to stay ?

Do you trust her to hold your entire worth?

Does it make you wonder how on earth?

Do you believe there must be a god?

Does it make you appreciate what you got ?

Do you look up at night and thank the stars?

Does it make you love her and who you are?

Do you write her notes to show her she's your home?

Does it make her feel like the best person known?

Do you want to swap places with me?

Does that make you glad you're in the place to be ?

I’m going to share one of my saddest poems—

The one I no longer wish to own.

It tells the tale of a simple picture,

Meant to make lying in bed feel much richer.

A picture of her lying on her side,

One where I could lay and look into her eyes.

Just me in bed, imagining that she was near,

But the only thing it did was bring me to tears.

I cried so hard and felt so alone,

It was just me lying there, staring at a phone.

How silly of me to even try

To dream of waking up to look into her eyes

I hope he is twice the man I am.

I hope he makes you forget who I am.

I hope he loves your emojis and words,

And makes sure that your allways heard.

I hope he loves your little quirks,

And thinks you’re the most amazing person on Earth.

I hope he makes every single day of yours

The best, the happiest, and the sappiest.

I hope he makes your wildest dreams come true,

And even gives ones that are new.

I hope he never makes you cry,

Unless it’s a happy cry.

I hope he wipes all of your tears dry.

I hope you’re held so tight, that you lose all of your fright.

I hope you feel unstoppable with all of your might.

I hope you’re seen as the adorable queen

Who could never be mean.

I hope he is beyond the man of your dreams.

I hope in his eyes you remain truly seen.

I hope for you, because it’s what I have kept.

And I’ll keep hoping for you

With every last ounce of what I have left.

Here’s a little story ‘bout where I used to work,

It tells the tale of a happy jerk.

He had a wife and kids, like a dream,

Suddenly a new woman entered the scene.

They Laughed all day and smiled in flirts,

Each day he strayed, he shrank his wife’s worth.

No one shrugged, they all just whispered,

I wish someone had acted like her sister

Eventually, that day did come,

And his temptation had finally won.

Onto the side, his wife cast aside,

Onto the next—and you bet he flexed.

Left a woman broken in tears,

Alone to finally face her fears.

No one looked at her, they all looked away

They closed of there hearts and said no way

Not me though, I couldn't hide

Her pain I felt and she saw it inside.

So she came to me with temptation,

Looking for a hit of validation.

I knew it wasn’t going to help at all,

Wasn’t going to fill that gaping hole.

All I could offer was just a hand,

For I couldn’t pretend to be her man.

Left her shattered—that I know,

Her healing still had a long way to go.

He was just smiling from what he scored,

Left her wondering if she could’ve been more.

Fast forward now, and everyone is good,

They all moved on, like I knew they would.

But it left something in me that makes me mad,

And some days, that anger turns into sad.

What he did?

It’s not something I would’ve done,

Yet I’ve got nothing to show like I have won.

No kids, no wife, not even a life,

Just a long-awaited dream that’s out of sight.

What’s the difference between a winner and a sinner?

The answer to that is only getting thinner.

How funny things are when you've chased them from afar.

Dreams made from moments you have seen so far

Then a picture replaces that place, all of a sudden there's now a face

It was just  thoughts like movies or even dreams

Now there's a someone tied to the longing scene

It Went from hopes and thoughts to cope

Now I'm lost thinking no way nope

It Can't be real this must be insanity 

I'm delusional lost in blind vanity 

Its not real and I won't believe it

Il be stubborn to the end and won't conceive it

That place in my mind was for the struggle 

Now there's someone there I want to cuddle

A real person with thoughts and needs

Now its dreams for me to concede 

I thought it was fun, to love on no one 

It was allways safe and It could never run

Now I don't know who I should be

If Il ever become what she is to me

I've got Strange thoughts I never used to have

Like im thinking about becoming a dad

That hurt alot to write i hope you know

A feeling so deep, yet it came out in flow.

Even the thoughts of what I would call home

If she's not there then I would feel so alone

And the thought that's really so grand

The one with the title that takes the stand

Is to be by her side and to hold her hand

What's your favourite flower?

So I can gift it to you when your sad

Somewhere to find when your day has gone bad

What's your favourite flower?

So we can decorate our home

Il even carry one around so I don't feel so alone

What's your favourite flower?

So I know how to bring you joy

Give you a smile that reminds me of Christmas and toys

What's your favourite flower?

So I can plant it and watch it grow

A dedication to the best person I know

What's your favourite flower?

One that's beautiful like you

A reminder to your self to say, yea me too

What's your favourite flower?

So I can say it to you sweetly

Moments alone I'll whisper it secretly

what's your favourite flower?

So if age becomes your final wave

Il have something to leave daily at your grave

what's your favourite flower?

I won't ever forget

Il remember it dearly like the day that we met.

What's your favourite flower?

I really need to know

This Love needs a symbol to put on its show

It will be okay today, you know why?

Because you’re still here, just like the sky.

Loving and seeing what the world has today,

Finding meaning in everything along the way.

You’re awesome, and you should just know it,

You’ll do something today that will definitely show it.

I don’t need to witness it to know it’s true,

For the sun is always watching over you.

It told me a secret about you the other day,

Something that sent a smile my way.

Don’t forget that moment about you, please,

For your presence truly is a sweetly breeze.

They’re all beautiful, and I know

I’ve seen it messy, and I’ve seen it glow.

A smile or a giggle makes the heart feel a tickle

From the head it stirs, right down to the toe.

They say awww, and you want more,

From sharing a feeling when you felt so raw.

Is it magic or is it tragic that stirs these feelings

That sorely miss?

Their words like a kiss—

Surely they know they’re a walking wish.

I can’t explain it or even try to reframe it

In a way that doesn’t make me want to contain it.

For it can turn a prince into a king,

And winter into spring.

A sentence from a lady can really do such a thing.

Lost in the shadows, feeling dark at night,

They say something beautiful—and you see the light.

Other guys that have felt it would surely know,

I think they will agree when I say it so:

They give us all smiles and hope for miles

they should all be seen, for walking queens

They’re all beautiful, and I know

I’ve seen it messy, and I’ve seen it glow.

A smile or a giggle makes the heart feel a tickle

From the head it stirs, right down to the toe.

They say awww, and you want more,

From sharing a feeling when you felt so raw.

Is it magic or is it tragic that stirs these feelings

That sorely miss?

Their words like a kiss—

Surely they know they’re a walking wish.

I can’t explain it or even try to reframe it

In a way that doesn’t make me want to contain it.

For it can turn a prince into a king,

And winter into spring.

A sentence from a lady can really do such a thing.

Lost in the shadows, feeling dark at night,

They say something beautiful—and you see the light.

Other guys that have felt it would surely know,

I think they will agree when I say it so:

They give us all smiles and hope for miles

And they should all be seen, as walking queens

I’ll burn it all down just to show you the ground I found,

I fell down over you.

Because nothing makes sense,

But maybe nothing has to.

I have to write these lines so I don’t lose my mind,

Because the feelings for you can be so unkind.

Will I end up sad or make you mad?

Will we flirt and play, and maybe you’ll stay?

You’re really putting my self-worth to work,

I’m panicking about coming off as a jerk.

I’m going crazy, and I’m going insane—

How can I be attracted to your beautiful brain?

You’re cute, you’re funny, you’re like a cuddly bunny,

You’re fire, you’re spice, you’re as pure as ice.

Raw and real—there ain’t no mistake,

My head spun fast, doing a double take.

Now I can smile like I haven’t in a while,

Feeling so excited, like a happy child.

Because you came along and gave me a dream,

Suddenly, the universe didn’t seem so mean.

Now I gotta go before this gets too emotional,

I know it’s gonna sound entirely *parasocial*—

Just keep being gorgeous, and you be you,

And I’ll keep wishing your dreams come true.

A pen for my heart

Il give my heart a pen to speak

It needs to write so it doesn't weep

Longing for love it so desires

It Never runs out and doesn't expire

Each day it grows and blooms in rooms

softly in the morning and hard at noon

Secretly singing a long awaited chorus

Pruning words like a poetic florist

Day by day it grows and shows

See my eyes and you would know

A love so endless it spreads unyielding

Those who felt it know the feeling

Its time the heart puts the pen away

Maybe to come out another day

And when that day finnally comes

When love gets loud from silent hums

I hope it's not just words written down

I hope I get to hear that sound

Three little words to say so true

Il say it loudly and Il say "I love you"

I'm climbing to that spot at the top

In two skips and a hop—

Because my heart’s writes

with no fright

From any other poet in sight.

They can hear this rhyme

And let it play in their mind,

So they know next time

That I would be so kind

To give them some time

To look forward, then rewind.

It’s now my mission,

My total submission—

To give my heart permission

To stop and listen

For that vibe that runs high

When you’re about to try

And say words that hit

Without a miss,

And give a reader a kiss

Like a secret wish

They didn’t reject,

And they didn’t expect

From the word that was next—

Which, funnily enough,

Wasn’t *psych*—

It was the word *like.*

Did you look again?

Kissed you again.

Now we’re friends,

And you’re wondering

If I can do it again.

How do I describe her, and what she stirs?

An angel would be an understatement.

To say her name is the only statement—

No words, not even a motion picture,

Could describe how she makes life so richer.

She’s my inspiration, my heart’s temptation,

A manifestation of my soul’s salvation.

I picture her eyes of endless skies,

Full of butterflies so beautiful, they make me cry.

To hold her hand would be so grand,

My knees would weaken and I’d struggle to stand.

Just understand:

It’s not my plan

To be lost in song and continue on.

She’s just so damn cute, and her pull is so strong,

I’m lost in thoughts, and I’m lost in rhymes.

beauty overwhelmed me - it’s about due time.

The heart’s screaming loudly, it’s coming out,

I’ll be shooshed in a minute and told not to shout.

But there’s no way known I’d actually say it,

If anyone asks me, I’m just going to downplay it.

How do I describe her, and what she stirs?

An angel would be an understatement.

To say her name is the only statement—

No words, not even a motion picture,

Could describe how she makes life so richer.

She’s my inspiration, my heart’s temptation,

A manifestation of my soul’s salvation.

I picture her eyes of endless skies,

Full of butterflies so beautiful, they make me cry.

To hold her hand would be so grand,

My knees would weaken and I’d struggle to stand.

Just understand:

It’s not my plan

To be lost in song and continue on.

She’s just so damn cute, and her pull is so strong,

I’m lost in thoughts, and I’m lost in rhymes.

beauty overwhelmed me—it’s about due time.

The heart’s screaming loudly, it’s coming out,

I’ll be shooshed in a minute and told not to shout.

But there’s no way known I’d actually say it,

If anyone asks me, I’m just going to downplay it.