Let me hear her voice
before I sleep
or else I'll lose the reason to wake up
and die in my dreams.
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@svrpoetry
Let me hear her voice
before I sleep
or else I'll lose the reason to wake up
and die in my dreams.
She's made of thunderstorms
but her gentle touch will calm
the wild ocean in you.
⎯⎯ SVR
If you love rain, come to my town,
It always rains here,
Sometimes the clouds break
and other times my heart.
⎯⎯ SVR
My heart is a graveyard of dead roses
and only you know how to turn it back
into the garden.
⎯⎯ SVR
I wrote a book for you
then burned the pages
and let the smokes carry
my words to you.
⎯⎯ SVR
If you're a poem,
I'm a library
and you're written on every page
of every book I have.
⎯⎯ SVR
Twin devils live in her eyes,
One serves me wine
and the other drinks with me all night.
⎯ SVR
There's nothing more beautiful
in this whole world than a girl
who writes about love,
meets a boy who'll write about her.
⎯ SVR
I love the way you hold my hand
as if a promise is going to be made
between two souls.
⎯⎯ SVR
Kisses are the way we write
love poems inside of each other without
using pen or paper.
⎯⎯ SVR
Falling in love is like standing on
a mountain's peak.
Either you can enjoy the view
or you can feel the fear of falling.
⎯ SVR
She's made of all broken things
like some broken crayons
and some torn pages of poetry books,
Oh my god !
I've never seen someone
so beautiful before.
⎯⎯ SVR
Maybe she's a mess now
but she'll be an art soon
because every art looks like a mess
before It's done.
⎯⎯ SVR
Dear heart, What the fuck !
even in the crowd why I'm only seeing her ?
⎯⎯ SVR
Some nights she smells like moon,
Other nights the moon shines little brighter
as if it has her soul.
⎯⎯ SVR
If I die,
please don't cry,
just write a poem
and bury me between the lines.
⎯⎯ SVR
She smells like love and thinks like poetry
as if she has a kind of soul
that burns differently.
⎯⎯ SVR