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FlyingMonkey4955
FlyingMonkey4955
15/F Experiencing onism doesn’t cure my eleutheromania
What is the name For that feeling when You you seem to be drawn To another, like moths to the flame Two magnets that cannot bear to be apart When someone is Stuck in your head like The lyrics to your favorite song As if they are a feast And you haven’t eaten in weeks Every little action brings them into, Your head When you are with them You can’t get enough of Their touch, their smell, their voice But they are like a dying fire Giving just enough To make you want, no need, more What do you call this When you don’t know what it is yourself What do you call it When you seem like so much, But you are just friends
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Untitled
I am the fire to your water So apart, yet seemingly interconnected If you are the beat then I am the lyrics To the song of our lives So I will be the day and you the night Me the sun and you the moon You be the whisper and I’ll be the laughter And we can bond over a smile Come to me my love Lets rule the world for just one more day
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Day and Night
The sun will relentlessly continue to rise The earth will unabatingly continue to turn And I will continue to live full of love Despite it all
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Despite
i hate, just how much hope ones heart can hold the way you can stay, optimistic when the world, seemed to have looked the other way there will always be hope in my heart even if i don’t want it there even if i don’t recognize what it is the small light inside me will shine bright enough it will say, “i have not given up, neither should you!” because deep down i have never given up even if i wanted to even if i tried
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
scintilla
I miss her, that girl the girl who woke up early, with hope just to have a little more daylight I miss that girl who had friends the one who would laugh until she cried and loved every aspect of life Now that girl waits for the sun to set stuck inside herself but scared to come out or let anyone else in I miss the way she loved unapologetically and gave her heart freely but it has been broken too many times and there is so much less to give I miss this girl I hope she can return one day But sometimes you are too broken to ever really be the same again
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Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
Unbecoming