Whats in me that you are trying to hide?
I really dont want to fall for you as much as i have tried
I cannot understand the way you act
Would you just give me a clue..give me a fact?
We have shared those laughter and pain together
And those private moments we share i really treasure
I know you as you know me now even better
But there's still a secret in you that makes me wonder..
There is always been a mystery in every words you utter
I dont know why it makes me feel much better
When will you have guts to set it free
Don't wait for me to open your door that is full of secrecy
I used to share my thoughts each time i look in those mysterious eyes..
Why can you see how inside of me dies?
Will i wait for the sunrise to come?
Or i will wait for forever but please don't make forever be gone..
Try to open the light of wisdom in my heart
Say that you will never leave me and we'll never be apart
Plant the joy of what love brought to my senses
Say the words that i used to say as i reminisce..
Hope you come here to save all my tears
Hope you will comfort me when i have all my fears
But those words were like a butterfly in the stream
It will only happen only in my dream..
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
My mother once warned me
not to watch and wait for water to boil.
I guess I never learned
I should have learned
by the way you interrupted every
mangled promise.
I've been counting all the clocks I've seen
since you told me we'd ran out of time.
You are the reason I now know
it is possible to drown without water
because sometimes I visit the beach
where we had our last barefoot slow dance,
And only then do I find solace
in fantasizing the day I'll forget your name.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
*Not all poems are sad
Not all poets are depressed
Maybe poets are just a little too happy to think about writing
Until they are alone in a dark place and have no escape but writing*.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
I don't quite know
what love is
but if it wasn't us
I don't believe it exists
for your taste still lingers
on my lips.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
You never know
How truly lonely you are
Until nothing's going right
And you have no one to turn to
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
The rotting walls,
The warped floors,
The cracked wood that makes up all of the doors.
Do you remember when this place used to be so bright?
When we still ate dinner at the table most nights?
Blanket forts and puzzle glue,
I always said my best friend was you.
I was your checker queen,
You were my everything.
We took rides to the liquor store,
The smell now will always remind me
Of my childhood.
These types of field trips never ended the way I wished they would,
With your nose pressed against a cut straw in your friends ***** apartment,
Maybe you hoped that I would never remember it.
I used to pray to a God I was too young to believe in that you wouldn't crash the car when you were high on oxy.
Whispering to myself
"Oh god, please."
You would get so close to the cars on the side of the road and I would just keep praying that we would make it home.
Then, after mom died i picked up your bad habits.
I would drink and drive in hopes that I would die.
Id get to close to the cars on the side of the road while praying to a God I still don't believe in that I wouldn't make it home.
But I did.
Every time.
To the rotting walls,
The warped floors,
The cracked wood that makes up all of the doors.
Why is it so hard to remember when this place used to be bright?
I cant even imagine a dinner at the table most nights.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC