by Nixie

Do I love?
I do not know.
He kisses me,
I cannot show
an eagerness
to him who loves,
I kiss him back
‘tis not enough.

No sweetness in
that little kiss,
I shudder at
my marble lips.
I wonder why
I cannot show
a fevered heart,
I do not know.

I wish I could
hand him my heart,
but how could I
without that spark?
Do I love?
I think I know,
I fear I have
no love to show.

(Source: youngwriterssociety.com)

* something I'd probably want to hear from a man, and because those three words are just getting too old ;)

Playing Cliches

by Coke

I won’t promise you the moon, 
it’s not for me to give.
Instead I’ll listen to your babbles,
as long as we would live.

Don’t expect me to cross the ocean,
I don’t think any man can.
I’ll help with all the kids you want,
as long as they’re less than ten.

I won’t climb the highest mountain,
I doubt I’d survive at all.
But if I do, I would with you,
At least I could gladly fall.

I can’t carry you in my arms forever,
My arms won’t stand the weight,
I know I attract the prettiest girls,
but it’s you I’d rather date.

I don’t see you everywhere,
I’m not a deluded freak.
But while away I miss you dear,
your absence, to me is bleak.

I may not say I love you,
what are these words worth?
They’re merely routine expression,
and there’s much more you deserve.

more of her works here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/member11823.html

You Aren't Pretty

by Nixie

What care I for shining tresses,
Long, dark rivers flowing free?
Oh, I’ve got a knack for swimming,
But only in the open sea.

What care I for eyes that sparkle,
Precious gems that tempt the soul?
I’ve an eye for glinting riches,
But a love for eyes like coal.

What care I for boundless beauty,
Endless grace or sweetened smiles?
Oh, I’ve got a taste for sugar—
But only from your lips to mine.

Oh, the world’s a place of beauty,
And the heart’s a fevered eye;
Like’s a word I use for pretty—
But Love—to only you applies.

more of her works here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/member10017.html

Strained Smile 
by Coke

It’s damp, cold and glum – 
just so ill at ease. 
I’ve waited for an hour, 
but was simply not appeased. 

Sickening, a guilt – 
let me faint, forget; 
How I pained thy beloved, 
that he left me there to fret. 

Too quick, cold and frank – 
“I leave in a day”, 
Pounded fists on the table, 
he stood up and went away. 

Impatient, a must – 
to see, hear and hold. 
Overwhelmed sentiments gust, 
as the winds begin to fold. 

So stumped, sad and pale – 
held no more restraint. 
Tears rushed fervent with the rain, 
there Is nothing worse to taint. 

Arid, no downpour, 
who else could it be? 
An umbrella overhead, 
a sullen face smiled at me.

More of her works here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/member11823.html

Kiss Me When I’m Sober

by Nixie

Perhaps we should not kiss tonight,

Beneath the hazy silver light;

Intoxicated by the fumes

Of cigarettes and cheap perfume.

Perhaps we should not dance tonight,

Lose ourselves in pulsing lights;

And spin around out of control,

Fueled on by alcohol.

Perhaps we should not talk like this,

Tongues so laced with candid wish;

Or look into each other eyes,

And reading there such sweet demise.

Perhaps we should not kiss tonight,

Beneath the blinding, numbing light;

And save the precious teenage wish,

From a fevered mind and fleeting kiss.

* More of her works here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/member10017.html