Poetry About Liking Someone Novels & Stories

Wearing his clothes, he took out a piece of paper from the book, but his movements halted, seeing the page filled with ink, his heart skipped a beat reading the poem, Like the moon you are flawed, then why you are the only source of light in the darkness. Like the moon, you are far, then why do you go with me everywhere making me feel a little less lonely? Like the moon, I am scared we will never be together that there are no forever. Like the moon, I adore you from afar,Always. Like the moon, you bring tides of emotions, flooding me in saving me from the numbness, this world can offer. Like the moon, you are not of this world, For you, are my moon in the heart that beats for you,

Lucy always manages to get hers to rhyme, though. When Jane's poem was done, she read it over one last time. It was actually pretty good, not as good as Lucy's, but definitely the best poems she'd ever written. Best of it said what she wanted to say. 'For Grace Anderson My love for you is like A Bunsen burner burning bright. It burns all day, It burns all night. However cold it gets outside, There's a part of me inside. That stays warm When it gets dark outside, There's a part of me inside

This girl has a horrible talent when it comes to drawing, I smiled, turning pages once more, I stopped when I noticed a poem. Your touch, a flame that ignites my soul, In your arms, I find myself whole. With passion burning deep within, I long for the moment our hearts will begin. In the soft glow of moon’s tender light, We surrender to the passion of the night. Our bodies entwined in fiery embrace, Lost in the rhythm of love’s sweet grace.

I told my new lover about you. How we used to break silence with our stares, targeting each other like guns with hundred bullets. I told my new lover about you. How we argue about table cloths, about which one is better; "A cup of coffee or a tea?" But now I don't drink both. I told my new lover about you. How you inspired me to write poems about the boy I like; not knowing until now that- you were that boy. I told my new lover about you.

Liking is reflective. Liking is involuntary. Liking is unreasonable. Liking is voluntary. After everything, liking is reasonable. You can't choose who you like. Sometimes, it just clicks. Maybe unconsciously, you start liking someone and then realise suddenly. And then you know, you start to fall in love. No matter how much you want to stop this, the train never stops at any station and finally reaches its destination. Falling in love is like falling asleep. You just do fall. You can stay awake but finally, you have to admit it.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your fingers over that person's soul until you find a crack- and, then gently pour your love into that crack. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| Everything lies. Except the eyes. But when her eyes green eyes locked with my grey ones I couldn't help but think that I have the same effect on her like she has on me and there could be nothing more tempting than this. After spending the day, it was time to go to bed and torture myself by thinking about with how many ways would I fuck her. Because there is nothing better to do when she is around. Even when she isn't. All I can think about is her and only her.

that was what Ana told me, so I have to find out on my own to be able to tell her what I had thought. "I just ..." he began to scratch his head, "I ... like you," he blurted out. I widened my eyes when I heard those words, I had to formulate something to get out of that situation. -Do you like me? I asked as if I had no idea about that. "Let's see, according to you, why do you like me?" -You are beautiful... "That sounds more like attraction," I tell him. "When a person likes someone, they look at their qualities, not their physique."

The ones who couldn’t make me sleep at nights Ruled by a dark belief , I embraced any delusional clarification and declaration of love my sick mind provided My being is locked with toxicity I met a woman, I met several women and I arrived at an equation; A variable that could never be compatible To the woman that i want bee heart; Cody. With each passing day, each passing moment I love you. And I won’t stop loving. I love you like the stars loves the sky I crave you like my next breath I haven’t even met you and yet, you are the most important thing to me I love you like it’s compulsory Forever seems like a short time to love you I love you because you are you And if you are reading this, it

, she said as she demonstrated. "It's still a secret, he doesn't see me that way and I can't confess to him because I know he will reject me, he has made it clear that it's only best friend's feelings, nothing more attached", I said looking down. "But You haven't tried yet and you are concluding, what if he's also in love with you but can't express himself because he's also thinking the same way, common girl, just try", she said trying to comfort me. "I can't, let it just be a secret", I said looking away.

So delicate and fragile that it seemed to him like lying on a mass of clouds. The coolest part was he'd kissed her again after weeks of daydreaming about her sweet and tender lips. Despite her sheer unwillingness, it still ticked all his boxes of the best he'd ever had. Now he imagined how it would be, how it would feel to have his kisses returned. "So I got into a fight with...some guy." The words to one of the boys' ears sounded like a canceled torture session, to another it was very much anticipated, meanwhile to the other, it felt like a signature Christmas week menu.