That one time
As raindrops start to fall
and tears run down the face
you say, remember that one time
just that one time?
and no, not with a trace of thought
I cannot remember that one time
you can’t remember that one time?
as though he was teasing me for not knowing
you start to smile and say
because there were so many times
so many unforgettable, wonderful times
and that's why you could not
remember that one time
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
My heart
unlike any other
beating fast but ever so slow
yearning for love yet pushing away
hurting of pain although no remedy to fix
crying for help with no one there to see
dying of exhaustion but never rests
strong but ever so weak
unlike any other
My heart
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
Does one simply know what love is?
Is it truly meaningful?
Or is it just another thought in the back of our heads
that some of us brush off our shoulders like nothing.
While for others it consumes us, drives us, so what exactly is it.
Can it actually be considered more than just a simple feeling
because that might not be possible for some of us.
For few love may be a playful game, a physical pain,
or a simple walk in the park.
But for others it is their life, their work,
their commitment, not necessarily for just a special someone,
but it could be for whatever, or whoever;
an obsession for anything, a person, a place or a thing.
Because for some, love is more than a feeling,
it is a life’s work of
pleasure, heartbreak, and happiness.
-Kenzie Shea
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC