Was it a blessing
Or a curse, the love she had
for one who was gone
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Rain on the rooftops
Rain in her eyes
Puddles in the gutter
Puddles in her notebook
What if the weather
Determined whether
We would feel whole
Or clouded over
Shrouded in shade
Or bursting with Sun
The forecast is showers
The clouds are already building inside
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
My inspiration died the day you did
I'm holding your hand in the coffin,
But I'm not sure which of us,
If not both,
Is the real corpse.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
The A String on her violin snapped
And she gave out a restless sigh
All she wanted was to be in tune
With the the rest of the symphony
But that poor A String insisted
That he couldn't take the stress
To be pulled and stretched daily
Was unbearable for him
If only he could realise the thousands
Of other strings playing in time
The vibrato vibrating into hearts
And resonating into minds
He'd realise without stress
We'd never be able to hear the music
You were like that
You gave up on me because
You couldn't hear the symphony
It's a good thing I've got three more
Strings on this violin
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
He was like my favorite song
Stumbled upon by chance
But soon stuck on repeat
I had the melody memorized
And the lyrics written in stone
But although my music tastes will change
And I'll find my own style here
And I'll find new favorites
Anytime that song comes on
I can't help but sing along just the same
The melody is ingrained in my head
Its not something that will leave
You're never going to leave
I'll have you memorized in my heart
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
"I'm just tired" she said with a sigh
Which was true
She'd been losing sleep for weeks now
But she wasn't just tired
She started losing that sleep out of pain
She doesn't want to talk about it
About how he left her and nothing works
Sure she says it's just from being sleepy
But those tired discouraged eyes
Have been this way out of sorrow
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
It's funny how
You can touch my hand
And I can no longer focus
You're presence is blinding
I see only you
I can only think of the fact
Your hands are strong
But they make me weak
You're cupping the inside of my thigh
This party needs to end
So I can finally get you alone
Everyone seems gone from the room
But I can still hear the crowds roaring
I see only you
My pulse is screaming to be in sync with yours
darling, the day you looked at me
was the day I quit looking at anyone else
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
She never finished her
She never spoke her
It was if she felt
And he was too
He never noticed she
But soon they
Never to finish their
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
Explain to me why
In my dreams you kiss my lips
But in life leave me
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC