If we got that far what happens next?
Does our story continue or end right there?
Do we go back to our favorite page and start again?
Or do we turn the cover and start a new book?
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
I'd like to say
Our love is like
Puzzle pieces.
Even if our pieces
Are worn
And hands don't
Fit anymore,
The picture we
Made together will always
Be beautiful
In our memories.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
I'm not a pretty sunset on the beach
With small waves and a spring breeze.
My waves are high
They rumble fiercely.
No coral reef but a bed of rocks that guards ***** and sea urchins.
But I'll still love you more than the waves will ever love the shore.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
It's black with bits of white and Grey resembling the tombstones of flames.
Lightning beneath the cinders illuminate the ashes with flashes of white light.
The sooty sky is so dull but it's still shines.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
The way the surface of the water is frozen
calling for you to break its perfect state.
Crystal slate
easily fractured with the slightest touch.
Slowly ripples of different sizes make their way
across the liquid diamond
ending the tranquility it had.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
You're a cup of tea
with extracts of joy and kindness
sweetened with a little
love.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
We drifted;
Like the continents,
Like icebergs,
Like thoughts.
Like lovers,
we drifted.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Spring
Later, she came to me.
She had flowers in her hair
and wore a yellow skirt.
She approached slowly,
asking, "Are you hurt?"
Spring lifted me off the frosted floor.
Her touch immediately melted
the ice that I was trapped in.
Slowly I began to bloom.
Vines entwined my arms.
I was crowned with petals
and I smelled of roses.
Suddenly she was gone.
A voice whispered in my ear,
"You're Spring now, dear. Smile often until Summer comes."
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
-slowly-
Slowly,
She shrunk further
Into herself.
Slowly,
She gave up.
Slowly,
She darkened.
Slowly,
She broke
Slowly,
She faded away.
But
Slowly,
She found hope.
Slowly,
Her friends came to her.
Slowly,
She found her real family.
Slowly,
She started believing in herself.
Slowly,
She changed.
Slowly,
She became better.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
I barely even know
you.
We've only ever shared
one word.
I don't know what
it is about you
that interests
me,
but I can't seem to
get you off my
mind.
I replay our
short moments
over and over
until I can't even
remember them any-
more.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC