(Previously) Unpublished Love Poems
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(Previously) Unpublished Love Poems

Poems from the heart, about the heart

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(Previously) Unpublished Love Poems
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Long Love

Long love

Strong love

That mostly selfless kind of selfish wonderful love

“I want you all to myself” love

“I'll stay with you forever and never let you go” love

The inside jokes

Secret nights

Wasting glorious time under bowling rink lights

The silly little presents

They come from the heart

Tears shed upon returning

You couldn't stand her depart

Every day together makes the days apart harder

Are you gonna make it when she goes farther?

The only hug she'll ever take

Her heart you refuse to ever break

Because you know she loves you, it's that

Long love

Strong love

Write books about it in the future love

Faithful love

Grateful love

You're only you when she's around you love

Take care of that

Long love



Soulmate

Will I ever find my soulmate?

Will I ever find someone who loves me more than life itself- or even harder-

someone I love more than life itself?

It’s cycles

I meet you

I like you

I ask you

You say yes

You’re happy

I’m tormented

I end it

You’re unhappy

I’m still tormented

Nobody’s feelings get hurt but yours

The guilt of your feelings digging a hole in my heart and I’m wary of letting it happen again.

Evidently

You aren’t my soulmate


You were my soulmate

I almost thought

The pain of my feelings digging a hole in my heart and I’m wary of letting it happen again.

Nobody’s feelings get hurt but mine

You’re morose

I’m crushed

You end it

You’re not

I’m happy

I say yes

You ask me

You like me

You meet me

It’s cycles

someone that loves me more than life itself?

Will I ever find someone I love more than life itself- or even harder-

Will I ever find my soulmate?


Love Travel

Many times I have described you

Or tried.

Much time have I spent with you

Creating our own wonderful memories

But I finally figured out how I can show you

How you make me feel


When you smile at me

That special way you do when you tickle me-

I'm in Amsterdam, at Tivoli Garden

Spinning around on a high-flying ride

Laughing happily into the cold wind in the dark sky


When you hold me while I cry

When I feel like I can’t explain to you how I'm feeling, how you fix it-

I'm in Nice, drowning in my own head

And you

You are the time I found a quiet cathedral, and I stepped into peace for just a moment


When we kiss and you kill yourself trying to make it perfect-

I'm in Paris, climbing the Eiffel Tower

Breathlessly looking out over the whole city from the Tower’s top


When we're cuddling on the couch, giggling-

I'm in Turks and Caicos, sitting on a beach chair

Looking out and watching the sunset move softly across the ocean


You take me everywhere

With your smile

Your face

Your love

It's amazing

I travel the world without leaving the house

(Which is GREAT because that means I don't have to pack!)

I love you

Love, your girl


All poems were written at some point during my senior year of high school, 2017. Thanks to Tim and my other high school friends for the inspiration.
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