You’re like magic.
You found me when my life was tragic
A mess of tears, panic
& manic
Admist my most dramatic
Going through something traumatic
And you knew how to fix it
Like a mechanic
It was automatic
We were friends, it was organic
But that grew into something romantic
A tranquil and serene dynamic
I knew from day one,
I could feel the static
When our souls met
It was climatic
Kyoko W.P.
Here I am
In your arms again
You opened up
You let me in
You took a dip
But now you swim
You kiss me once
And I kiss you ten
I’m your
her
And you’re
my him
Kyoko W.P.
You love me where it hurts
You kiss me where it stings
Your scent is like an anesthesia for the soul
With all the calm it brings
My heart no longer chaotic and out of control
Now my heart sings
To my Yang I found my Yin
I never grow tired the scent of your skin
An intoxicating high the moment it hits
With every inhale, gently brighter
You make my soul feel a little bit lighter
Kyoko W.P.
Tomorrow my book will officially been on the market a full month. I’d love to sell a few more before then!
Big Feels: I feel too much
I did not find you first
But I looked and I searched
And somehow I found you
in this immense universe
The skies turned black
Your eyes so blue
Of all
the stars shining
None shine
quite like you
I may not have been
a part of your past
But I wish
to always
be your
last
Kyoko WP
I’ve always craved a sense of belonging,
Never felt I was one to fit in
Always trying, Always fawning
But then I met you, goosebumps on my skin
It was you I had been craving,
It is you whom I belong,
Your souls engraving,
On my Soul, like a melodic love song
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Big Feels: I feel too much
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You are my One
My only
The one I want
Forever to hold me
The one whose scent
I find so sweetly
The only one
To know me deeply
The one to love me
Utterly and completely
The one I want forever
For us to become we
The one who is my He
And I, his She
Our love is Poetry
My soul longed for you before my eyes even saw you
Dazzling twinkle getting brighter
Finally, my eyes recognized what my soul already knew
The chaos is calm
The loud noise silenced
Heart rate is steady
Surrounded by warmth
Cradled in my lovers embrace
I can breathe; I am safe
My home is warm
My home is safe
It’s cozy and comfy
And cannot be replaced
My favorite scent; I can only smell there
It fills me glee
Makes my heart happy; a smile I can taste
So overwhelmed with love and peace
It calms my heart and slows down its pace
I wish I could take my home everywhere or never leave
But that isn’t the case
Because my home is a person
A heart, soul and body
My home has a face
My home is love
My home is warm
My home is safe
There once was a fox so lonely and sad
This fox didn’t know how bad it she had.
A fox so scared
A fox so meek
A fox didn’t look
A fox didn’t seek
There once was fox roaming through life
He buried his feelings, his pain his strife
A fox so sly
A fox so mystique
A fox didn’t look
A fox didn’t seek
There once was a day when sun broke through the trees
The foxes, not seeking, could finally see.
He saw her eyes and She felt his strength
Soon the distance between them; less than an arm’s length
Two foxes together are better than one
Two foxes can play; two foxes can run
Two foxes no longer alone on their own
Two foxes together finally found their home
There was once were two foxes
It’s raining
It’s pouring
But with you it’s never boring
Cuddled Up
Cozy and warm
laughter louder than the storm
Your hands are soft
As they hold mine
Nowhere I’d rather be in space or time
In this moment
nothing is wrong
Everything is right like a perfect love song
I listen to the sound of your heartbeat
As I lay my head on your chest
Nothing could be better
Because this is the best
You move my hair
And kiss my forehead
And my heart could not be happier than lying with you in bed
I squeeze you tight
Overwhelmed with love
There isn’t anything I’d rather be doing that I can think of
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 