If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.
I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.
I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.
I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.
I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.
I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.
I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.
Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
I can no longer hide
My soul ignited
once disparaged
I long to share it
The chills in my spine put into words
Lips on skin
Eyes filled with sin
What is this sensation
I drip colors you cannot see
Heightening my passion
Enhancing my touch
Raw emotion channeled as such
My desire aches
The color of flush
My cage breaks
Expressions of lust
I do not fear it
I can hear you blush
My favorite sound
Our souls combust
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
You're warm
A welcome change in temperature
from my surroundings
Not to say they're cold
Just not as warm nor as
comfortable
As I find you to be
It's more of a preference, really
So anyways...
I can see the light
That is, transportation
The ability to drive myself places
(to go visit you)
Maybe we could go get some conversation?
I hear it's delicious.
Only for two though
Which is funny
but warm.
Like you are
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC
frailer than crystal,
you cradle them with the utmost of heed.
more potent than a king they are,
turning your "want" into "need".
ever so attentively, you hide them inside
in the deepest corners of your being,
thy are kept far from reach.
so precious they are,
to your heart you hold them so dear
until they are mercilessly snatched from your hands
and sent tumbling down to your feet.
in slow motion, they shatter.
your dreams.
once protected in the chambers of your heart,
now fragmented, piece by piece,
dream by dream.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC