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SydneDeon
SydneDeon
F/US I could sit here and in great detail, enlighten you with stories of how I began writing and with whose words did I first fall in love with... but that would be a bore. For in themselves, the words shall speak and I'm just apart of the journey.
Truth be told I'm not so sure about this You know, this whole Living like grown ups thing It's funny that I've waited my whole life for this chapter And now that it's here... It kind of ***** And you know what.. I have to admit That I miss being home Man, I had it made... Wish I had spent more time appreciating that Cause this adulting thing Is much harder than it looks I was just fooled by the glitter. And truth be told... I never even liked the stuff. -Sydnē Deon
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
25 to Life
I only wish that you could borrow my eyes Then maybe You could finally see just how much I cared for you …How much you meant to me. Look how special you are! Underneath veils of darkness You made way for the sun Beautiful monster, you are! Has your sight failed you? I only wish that you could explore me. Then maybe You would finally know just what love looks like When it’s spilling over In all it’s purity. -Sydnē Deon
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
A Days Dream
Honey Love Entangle me in the webs Of chocolate and vanilla swirls My guilty pleasure indeed… What am I to do… with this sweet tooth of mine. And this craving that only you can fill. I am walking on rocky roads But with a single touch You have the power To send me even above the clouds And I don’t mind at all. In fact, I welcome this feel because every second that I’m away I break down just a little bit Until you come along With those hands of yours And put me back together Again. -Sydnē Deon
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Midnight Snack
I thought it was me The whole time.… it was you. Convincing me that I had been the enemy Tearing down all that’s familiar around me Accepting too much Placing things too high for reaching… I have yet to find the stool You are only seeking perfection Is that not too farfetched? Amid the worlds imperfection? A glory that I, myself, have not yet attained I am only seeking what’s worthy Surely, I am deserving of that The enemy… Feeling like I must conform To the ways and for the likes of you When I don’t even know you… So for now on, I’ll be sleeping With the t.v. off. -Sydnē Deon
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
The Infomercial