Her eyes
as dark as stone,
illuminate her troubled past.
Forever shall she wither
from shame she's once had in her.
For her heart beats along,
with troubled sighs,
highlighting her brunette strands.
Goes off with what has been done,
but says what can not be heard.
Every trace of smiles thrown away,
taste as though she's out of her mind.
Red lips speak from all angles,
but not all words are formed.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Sometimes you put up walls
to see who would care
enough
to break them.
At times you put up walls,
just to get away
and not be found.
Until
you find yourself.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
There's a reason why you forgot about me
maybe it was the way
I was never okay
or how
my hair was always messy
my eyes was always heavy
perhaps how
my thoughts were usually jumbled or
other people interested you
and you didn't know what to do
it could be how
I cared too much
and maybe I still care
too much
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
He is nothing just throwing it away
Nothing but little to blame
All withered past the day
Thorough left to his splintered shame
Self-advantage sheltered once in me
A selfish ruin of lost control
The devil once tortured him among the unseen
For true is all that is remembered; baffled and withhold
Something but all a brutal essence
Crooked with mindless and deceived actions
He never beheld a large intend of such lessons
With all due to his respect,
his master's own intentions fractions
A diving behold but in remarculous form
Within stance from his cornered' throne
Belittled by all lies and schemes blended with such
Is all too late under what estimates morn
He tells all yet true lies within her
Such small and fragile he is held in intentions of much
Towered behind the days past
For nothing shall be granted and lasting
Copied and widowed by longing groan
Crept under lies and remorse under told by frames
Battled and scarred for his intentions of such and remains
Quietly shall he keep this up,
for he knows all is gone
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Nothing of such is my intention
Further is where you'll go down
All of is rather a mention
Of whom you shall plead against with a withered frown
Don't let my choosing belong to me
It may never last of what you say is "forever"
For it may settle against your darkest flee
But the longing is the part of which you seek the unwritten never
It lasts while they say
Because of what you're told is your own hearing
You think this is all my regarded blame
Feathered within the lust of such baring
Your longing is the forever behold
Forget all I've brought nor once again said
Past your loathed ears you seek in his fold
Your passion is far too much for my longing to fed
All this is your blame
I say it isn't yet this is the truth hid
Beneath such words I came to speak before he came
Now you hold all that is lathered of it's own lid
Speak of what you think is your own words
Let this tell you of what you're reminded of what you lost
It's all a self-written curve
For you to become of it's cost
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
The sound of a crack
From across the room she makes
A single step of rose
Is of one she'll nearly expose
With the second embrace
From the single kiss
She withdraws a sensual sensation
Of the grateful bliss
It hurts to see her trying
The lack of passion she restrains
From her blood-stained crying
She leaves the current estates
As her finger lingers about across my shoulder
It takes some time for her to encounter
She feels this as a sign of a heavy boulder
For whom she can never subside
The liquid that pours down her cheeks
Are the ones she caresses the most
Without a single embrace from the other
She feels the complete loast
I will guide her through this mess
A single and utter mess
A hand for her to once again hold
It goes across the sensation fold
We shall lack demonstration
For regards on her passion
With the words that she disposes across her tongue
It damages her encounter run
The sound of a crack
From across the room she makes
A single step of rose
Is of one she'll nearly expose
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
I hope you're okay
I hope you're alright
This shall take a dismay
From a wicked little fright
Never heard a one of a response
From you nor the surroundings
It may be as though it has little sounding
A crept disletter, from an unknown sender
An urge to go back and once fourth
The sound of a battered thought from the mind
Of a little disarray sound through its' henceforth
A trouble caused by a reckon of a peep
The misery crept upon as the sound widens with a steep
From this regarded response
I have still to hear about
To the right of my heart, the small of a shudder
As my mind wonders and is cracked from sudden shouts
Again as though you have never heard
I hope you're okay
I hope you're alright
This shall take a dismay
From a wicked little fright
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
You'll be okay
Just not far from behind
Never yearning on a way to stay
But never a way to let this climb
Don't worry too deeply
Or scare never too little
This is all just a twist and turn
From what may seem as a riddle
Take any estimate
And it'll either or be thrown
It'll be just like the opposite fate
Far from the idle lone
Not to care as much as you think
But to handle just as much as you wish
To throw it away and let it sink
Yet it'll have a remain from a simple twist
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
There is a beautiful world where I can see your face,
Time shreds space like worn out fashion,
It exists only between time and space
And leaves us desperate for our precious compassion
Space consumes time without our consent,
Our love is regained when we meet in between
And hides the reality that our dreams were once spent
And there we can dance again in our dream
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC
I am not a prize to be wanted
I am not a prize to be worn
I am not a sacrifice to be sentenced
I am not anyones reward
If you can take a peek at a close spot
And listen to what you are saying
Sure take a thought about it and let me see
This is a reality and a secondhand degree
All you may see is a pretty painted picture
But all that you have seen is a piece of the easel
A picture you've noticed is worth a thousand words
But one is clearly all to be
I may be all fresh and melted
To what you may agree to disagree
But from many assumptions
There is just never an ending sleeve
Look at you and glance down upon yourself
What may you want with me?
I am not a piece to be yours
It can be sheltered upon and shattered
But all that is there is despair
For what may become of you and all whose laddered
So all I am saying it don't get too close
Nor ever take a piece of my heart
Don't try to get all comfy due to all you can 'see'
You know I am in love
But all there isn't always me
I am not a prize to be wanted
I am not a prize to be worn
I am not a sacrifice to be sentenced
I am not anyones reward
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 11:59 AM UTC