I wish
there was
a way
to know
you're in
the good
old days
before they
become the
good old
days.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
All this empty space
of places you've once been
taunting me with your memory
reminding me of your presence
realizing I'm the last one here
left with all this empty space.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
C'est la belle vie
the words escape quietly from my lips
they float silently to the floor and settle there
the words are so quiet, so small
I can't be sure they ever really left my mouth
But there they are, sitting comfortably on the floor
They look up at me from below, questioning them self
I think about repeating them, maybe to reaffirm their meaning
but the sounds don't quite make it past my tongue
So I sit there in silence
with some fallen words
laying on the floor.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
I've been so close to love
Right on the verge
I could feel it
But then it was cut abruptly
And now, I'm just
left with this ache
This burrow of what
could've been
but will never be.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
She was so beautiful
on that starry night
I held her in my arms
and freed her of fright
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
It drives me mad
how I am so
irrevocably in love with you
and we have never
even met
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Our relationship was like black coffee
✖
More bitter than sweet
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
My pen is running out of ink
I guess I don't have much time to think
there is so much I wish to say
but all these things are in my way
I think back to that summer night
just before we had the fight
it was so perfect then and there
a perfect moment that we shared
things got rocky at the end
but you said we'd still be friends
you and I know what that means
it doesn't call for a pretty scene
all the damage has been done
at least we had those nights of fun.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Misunderstanding is everywhere I look
My entire life is starting to feel like a book
Not a book that has just begun
But a book that is well overdone
I ponder what holds for me in the next chapter
Certainly not a happily ever after
Oh, but look there's a twist
Something so easily missed
For my life is not a book
It is a sharp ***** hook
A hook plunged deep in my soul
Reeling me out for what life beholds
I am not ready to be on my own
I do not trust myself to be all alone
And what happens when you run out of line for your hook
It's the end of your story, the end of your book
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC