I have lost a part of me, that wasn't even mine.
Something i deemed, i did. But never actually have.
And that is what takes the most to mend;
the part of you that is broken,
as also the part you do not know where.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
To have a heart like hers is curse,
how to stop when it is a must,
has never been known.
And often times she have prayed and asked,
for it to finally grow as tired as it was with pain,
as it should be as tired as it should also be with love.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
That's the most painful thing about missing people.
The void they leave inside your chest aches through the proof,
That at some point they used to make it whole.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
If you have lost your home,
You have been searching for one,
In the arms of the wrong one.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
A love for you, like how flowers are,
They may wither to their deaths,
But their beauty in my memory
will never die.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
How long will I wait?
Will it be until my hair turns grey?
Or when knees have grown far too weak,
To take the same steps,
You're taking towards me.
How long will I wait?
Will it be until my eyes will fail to see?
You, finally coming home to me.
But for you wear a beauty, eyes like mine,
Made to know you, are never too blinded to recognize.
How long will I wait?
Will it be until my hands have started to shake?
Through the long endeavored touch of time,
That has grown to ages,
But are never too shaken,
To hold what they have been long waiting.
How long will I wait?
Will I be strong enough to hold on?
Will I still live to see?
Or will I die with nothing,
But lost hope and all just waiting.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
we're all just people
with bad habits and addiction
one of two
between a drug or a person
but either way
both bad and dangersome anyway
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC