I seek love behind the scenes,
For it’s the only view that plays.
Sitting here on a soggy wet bench,
I watch the passing days.
Hoping a day I get kissed on the cheeks
From a man in my dreams.
With breath that smells of lilacs,
And hands I shall hold on my darkest days.
A shirt he won’t mind covered in my tears,
Every inch of his tender skin will be stained
Of my cheap cherry-red lip gloss.
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Author:
Nerd (
Offline) - Published: August 7th, 2026 19:51
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A love poem that tells its tale well
Yearning for romance is not hopeless! It’s a core desire of us all. Fan that spark into a flame!
Nerd, what a tender piece. The romantic dreaming is lovely, but it’s that desire for someone whose hand is still there on the darkest days that really got me. That’s the kind of love worth dreaming about. Wonderful write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
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