lesbians
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she is the galaxy beneath my hands
bewildering and swallowing
humbling and inspiring.
nebula take place in her eyes
her hands carve out the universe
lesbians are not real, peeping tom.
the ones that u want anyway.
dreamland lesbians:
straight girls in sheep’s clothing
that succumb to men’s advances
eventually.
only existing when u
Being a lesbian is difficult in this world
You have these rules you are supposed to follow when you fall for a beautiful woman
These rules with boundaries, these rules who make you a different person
She is ample
long, luxurious locks
that unlock me
plentiful, sloping curves
that my tongue skiis down
she provides rich milk
nourishing my pounding heart
soft, plump lips whispering
I found God in a lover
She spoke to me today in
breaking voices and calloused hands.
Heaven sent freckles dance on my shoulders.
We watched the forest burn on tear stained cheeks.
i found you on facebook
a while ago.
my friends and i were showing
pictures of the people we
dated to each other,
telling war stories,
I like to love, maybe as much as i like falling in love.it's new and exciting and has a thrill to the ends of itUnlike anything else you can get.It's so easy,It's so hard,To love too many at once,
Across the realm the Princess roamed,
Feeling, as ever, completely alone.
The Shades all around had nothing to say.
She desp’rately missed the light of the day.
She discovered an end of the world, never known.
One with rainbow hair and one with golden eyes.
A high school project turned sweet
She sighs.
I sigh.
I'm looking at her, into those pretty green eyes.
Kiss me, she says.
And I do.
Take off my clothes, she says.
And I do.
She tries to speak again but hesitates
someone asked me the other day
when i told them i was gay
if i could really truly prove it
and i knew, that i could do it
i know from the way i describe the way her hips swing from side
It's dark in here.
I'm dark in here.
I'm not myself in here.
I'm alone in here.
People all around me are moving.
Im standing still.
There is no one to love in here.
Why is she so different?
What makes her so appealing?
She doesn't have the prettiest face or the hottest body.
But she is rooted in my brain and spreading like an ivy.
Purple stained lipsSucculent dripsA seductive kiss placed between sweet, strengthWe rub our knees together And bump headsAll under the blanket of
Is it me or am i gay for loving myself?
Think about it i am a girl
and i love myself which
means i love a girl
so am i to be judge as a lesbian?
Am i to be look at as a
dirty crumble paper!
We are all made out of ruin
Every broken branch
But She and I, we stand and we grow
And these knots in our bodies are just monuments
to how we've overcome the lightening
and the burning
She loved you,
Couldn't you see?
From left to right,
Her heart was set on you.
I write in awe,
But thankful I am.
You were what once filled her heart,
But now I am what love means to her.
I tore through her forrest of thorns
slowly becoming crazed,
the faster I galloped,
the more I panted.
I saw her horizon line,
bathing like temptation
against the heat of
Just because they are gay, we shouldn't take our right to get married away.
Walking down the road, hand-in-hand with their loved ones does not affect anyone around them.
"You look nice today."
Flashback
"You look nice today."
She said it so sweet
The smile that crept across her face
Everything about me melted away
Wanting to run into her arms
