Poems For Him Novels & Stories

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

I just beamed through it all. He slid a folded sheet of paper into my hand. His handwriting, a poem. Intimate. Vulnerable, everything he never says aloud. I hugged him tightly, this one broke me. Gift sixteen. “Crest…” my voice cracked. “This is beautiful.” “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “I just wrote what I see.”

He said and Lily’s lips parted slightly. His words, he just said something she could never imagine him to say. “I can't help but keep asking myself if I am losing my mind. Sometimes I am afraid that you are not real because of how unique you are. You are the embodiment of perfection while I am a man full of imperfections.” “I used to have nightmares, terrible nightmares. The first night I spent with you was the first time in over a decade I went to sleep at peace.” Lily’s eyes started to get watery as she listened to his words, they were words filled with emotions, emotions he found hard to express.

In fact, he particularly liked the last few lines. “Why are you reciting poems out of nowhere?” Heather stood before the window and pushed it open before the cold wind brushed across her face. It didn’t feel good, but she didn’t close the window. “I can’t help it.” He had been saying this a lot. Right now, he really couldn’t help it. At that moment, he wished Heather was there with him so that he could pull her into his arms. “You’ve been saying that a lot tonight,” she said teasingly in a relaxed tone.

I turned on hearing him, and my chest collided with his. "Sorry." I made a nervous effort to control my weight. "It is my pleasure." He smiled and hugged me tightly. I could not control myself and hugged him in return. I heard his heartbeat and felt a strange kind of relief. "Sara, thank you so much for understanding me." His whispers give me shivers. "Can you record more poems on the themes I provided?"He requested that I compose more poetry for him. "Ok, I will try." I nodded my head.

I sat on the edge of the shower trying to not cry again. " Hold on he is single and wait you slept with him?" She looked confused. " Steph I saw the text message there is a girl named Callie who loves and misses him. I get it whats not to miss about him. This was not how my first time was suppose to be." a tear started to fall. I am such an idiot.

YOU are such... a cat." I grinned as my eyes lowered to her chest. However, I gulped down my thirst. The woman's damp clothes sculpted two spears inside. As I focused on it, the size was almost depressing. It almost awakened my sleeping soul. But I went back on admiring her exquisiteness. Her eyes were a master while I was a mere piece moved by it. I smiled and whispered, "You are as pale as the moon's surface but as bright as it is at night. You deserve to be called my light."

His heartbeat transfers through his chest into my palm, one steady knock after another. I notice the book on his desk. Half-open, a page marked with a folded corner. "What are you reading?" His chest shifts as he reaches for it. "A poem," he says. "Let me read you the part I've been thinking about." He reads it quietly, voice low enough that it doesn't carry past the room. "Put out my eyes: and I shall see you, too, seal up my ears: and I shall hear you still, and without feet I yet can go to you,

I did next thing I planned, I read out a short poem that kept making her smile. "I have a poem too... but it's majorly like an envision or envisage. How I imagine our relationship to be like, after marrriage. The title is 'Confessions to the man I Love." I smiled, she really do wrote a poem for me. "It's lengthy, just listen attentively." she added clearing her throat. "Confessions to the man I love." "I love the way you stare at me especially when you think I'm not looking." "I love the way you hold me in your arms at night."