Self-created love prose poems

Lead: Qian Qiu's fame, I buried you all my life, a delicate country, ridiculous life without a king. The following is my own love prose poem to share with you. Welcome to learn from them!

(1) "I yearn for a place without myself"

Pass by there

I always take a detour.

Because of the vortex of your tears.

I'm afraid I can't swim.

Have your warm temperature.

I'm afraid of melting pain.

Pass by there

I always take a detour.

Because of your intoxicating smell.

I'm afraid I can't breathe.

There will always be you.

I'm afraid I can't bear the pain of hollowing out my heart.

Pass by there

I always take a detour.

Jesus Christ.

Just give me another chance.

I will go forward bravely.

Break through the reserved shyness

Rush out of introversion

Shout out what I've been thinking for a long time

(2) "attachment to the soul"

Piaoniao

Plumes of incense thread

Weak and intermittent

The beautiful image is dancing

Draw a bleak outline.

Precipitated fragrance

Falling attachment

How I want to.

I've been dragging you.

No matter how careful.

Still can't hold it.

Make you tremble

ramble

Too slow

So fast again

Hovering in the sky

Struggle with you

Plumes of incense thread

Faint flicker

Can't stop you.

Then drag me.

Drift away

floating a river

Floating where there is no water.

(3) The idea of Twilight

When you call me in a distant place

But I didn't hear it.

When you think of me by my side

I didn't see it.

When you hesitate to me vaguely.

I started dreaming.

When you leave me quietly

I'm starting to lose my mind.

chilly winter

I sat in the sunset.

Gently put down your cup.

Pick up the old newspaper again.

Helped the glasses frame on the bridge of the nose.

Look at the title

Continue to miss your content.

eyebrow

Tighten again

The corners of the mouth trembled slightly.

The frame is wet.

perhaps

Maybe you don't know.

I came to your world.

Conclusion: How do you know that a thousand roads lead to the same goal? In Xun Mei, you can't look back at the end of the day unless you have walked through the snow. The above is my own love prose poem for you. Thank you for reading this article!