Cassiie Etienne
Bio
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
Stories (40/0)
Love
I don't really know what love looks like.I thought I did when I was 16.but when love walked in front of meI knew...If we met somewhere elsesitting across a room, I would have recognized itLove is his eyes, those light brown eyes,Love loves the color blueLove knows how to make me smile.Love, he was afraid, to show himself to me.and I knew...I must have been looking in all the wrong placesbut when love finally came, the world just stopped.Love, he took my breath awayLove, he scared me, I hid from love...then, Love, love grew like a planted seed.Love, opened me up, like a flower on the first spring dayLove holds onto me like I'm the last thing on earth.Love you are beautiful.Love lets his hair grow, for love.Love isn't complicated, Love, he makes it easy.Love plays video games as I watch...him. If I had it my way love would never leave my sight.Love touches me and the brightest colors fill my head.Love colors every tone of grey and lightens the darkest corners.Love came at the right time, I would not have handled love a year ago.Love feels like home, every time I'm in loves arms.Love found a way to be enmeshed in the warmth between you and me.Love is worth every hurdle, Love is worth every battle.Love, listen there is no rush, nothing to prove.Love, know that there is nothing but pure love braiding itself within my heart.
By Cassiie Etienne5 years ago in Poets
My Hands
My hands will not let go of your hands.My hands want to build with your hands.My hands want to be led by your hands.My hands only want to hold your hands.My hands could shake and only be calmed by your hands.My hands will always try to find your hands.My hands love the feeling of your hands.My hands feel safe and better in your hands.My hands ache when they are not near your hands.My hands want to always dance with your hands.My hands, they don't want to be without your hands.
By Cassiie Etienne5 years ago in Poets
