What's the best love poem you got
>>7468507
i love u cuz i love ur boobies :3
so love me cuz i love u <3
>>7468508
hey reddit
bye reddit
>>7468509
no no no
give me ur dildo
stick in my ass
ur love in me
my love shoots like peepee ^_^
like the moon her kindness is,
if kindness i may call
what has no comprehension in't,
but is the same for all as though
my sorrow were a scene upon a painted wall.
so like a bit of stone i lie
under a broken tree
i could recover if i shrieked
my heart's agony to passing bird,
but i am dumb from human dignity.
The lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 130
With a knife in my hands
and a blight on the land
I'll till this soil till daybreak
With a dog in my lap
and hog bits as my snack
I'll laze in this chair all day
With green in my text
and a frog as the rest
I'll shitpost on 4chan all day
>>7468508
desu senpai this accurately describes all of love in the most succinct way possible
true art
Small showstoppers
As individuals go, you're among my favorites
Stupid jokes
Winter smokes
Those little moments fascinate you
And fascination fascinates me
Half memories have a certain flair
That the completed sort lack
For just a split the air hangs heavy
Heavy
Heavy and silent like a piano on a cord
Taut and ready to accept the embrace of gravity
Personally the fall is beautiful.
>>7468721
I like this. It has a nostalgic flavor to it.
>>7468726
Thank you :)
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing1
Ever since I left the city you
Got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
Cause ever since I left the city, you
Started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing.
And he vows his passion is,
Infinite, undying.
Lady make note of this --
One of you is lying.
-Dorothy Parker
Autumn leaves,
I cry.
>Get it, cuz her name is Autumn
>>7469832
>that's not a love poem you pretentious edgy half-read fuckthat's the joke
>>7468507
James Fenton
In Paris with You
Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.
Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.
Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy
Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.
Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.
Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.
