Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Leaetta May Aug 2015
I got an ache in my heart
It just won't mend
It tortures my mind
Almost round the bend

Fear and loneliness
My only diet
Trapped by tentacles
Vocal chords quiet

A moonlit night
Cold and clear
Run til I drop
My heart I must hear

If you wrote me a line
If you sang me a song
If you gave me hope
My heart would be strong
reading young poets needed to respond something in me needs to break loose from my hum drum dreary safe life
HelloPeople Mar 2015
I used to be a vehicle with such fuel to go on,
To go places where I thought was unreachable;
I have this fuel, a special one

I used to be this vehicle who moves steadily with strong force,
Though you are strong, this vehicle is weak,
But still, we moved somewhat steady;
Because of that "strong" force

Now, it's just a vehicle, a weak one;
One that cannot go on,
One that lost the force,
One that lost the fuel,

How can this vehicle accelerate now?
How can this move forward?

A 'me' that lost 'you' is,
lost,
stopped,
Immovable

— The End —