Tailor Made
Fix Your Flow In The Journey of Love...
Underneath The Emotions
I Sat There On The Floor, Next To You...
My Heart Sang,
"We Belong Together"
As I Listened To You speak About The Absence Love...
We Can't Change The Yesteryear, But Love Still Holds The Chance To Be Made Right...
We Cried Together, A Venting Of Imperfections...
You Rubbed My Back As I Nurtured Your Heart ❤️
Together Here We Are Still Walking Tall!
About the Creator
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
“ Public Diary, of an Urban LGBTQ Poet
🎉I am an Actor, Model, Writer, and Entrepreneur ❤️❤️🙏
You can Send Tip$🍀 ❤️😉Send Hearts and Add insights if you'd like 😍 ✨💯😉❗
Keep reading
More stories from HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward) and writers in Poets and other communities.
Thinking of You
You Are My Poetry, I Write About You In My Daydreams... Just Call Me Lover-Boy, Undoubtedly I've Been Known To Throw My Heart Around... Just Wake Me Up If I Fall Asleep, Because I've Been Waiting All My Life For Someone Like You... Someone Who Wants To Love Me Right... Someone Who Wants To Dream Of Me At Night... You Are My Love Song, I Sing To You, Every Morning In The Back Of My Mind, Even When There Is No Music Around... I Asked The Mountains To Remind You, That I Love You! I Told The Moon To Watch You Sleep At Night... I Whispered To The Wind, To Blow You My Sweet Kiss... I Laughed With The Sun, And Asked If He'd Share With You, The Good Energies, That He Shared With Me... I Wonder If You Could Feel Me, Gathering Sentiments of the Leaves, When You Are At A Distance And I Wish To Be Your Tree... I Will Stand Still For You, but If I Dare To Move, I'd Surely Want You To Follow... So Just Like The Change Of Autumn 🍂 Will You Thrive With Me... Like A Hand Printed On My Heart You Will Remain With Me Forever Imprinted In My Memories...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)a day ago in Poets
Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePacea day ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
So radiant and romantic that my eyes are burning! Uber-gorgeous! Get it King! 💪🏾💕🫶🏾