I loved her
not for the way
she danced
with my angels
but for the way
the sound of
her name
could silence my
demons.
By Christopher Poindexter
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:27 AM UTC
Some glitter, some made of genuine leather
Some are antique while some brand new
Others are rough on the edges, while some are smooth
They all tick and tock,
tick and tock
tick and tock
But you, my dear has a special sound
Silently at night it haunts
But gives me a reason to wake up in the morning
When the darkness falls you are the light
Which guides to every turn, every take
Without you by me, the day wouldn't be right
For your warm arms embrace the thinness of my wrist
It gives me comfort, it gives me security
Every step of the way, every changing of time
You'd still be the same
as life,
as life happens
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
But we're defenseless
Defenseless from the monsters we created
In their hands lie our future
In their hands rest our peace
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Tell me your stories
Don't think I won't listen
Don't think nobody cares
Every word is beauty
Every phrase is enchanting
Every pause captures me
Realize that you are important
Realize that your stories should be told
Realize that I love every word
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC