honey...sugar
see i'd love to write and tell you
id love to sit and pour my heart and thoughts
into your hand
so you'd know where i stand
i love you, i love the idea of you
you, me, sitting watching the sunrise
talking about the names of our kids...
you talking about my beauty, my brains
and the way i whine andf complain aboutr anything
and everything under the sun
you'd look me in the eye
and tell me you love me
and that...that i bring joy to you
joy you have never known
your enchanted childlike smiles and giggles
remind me of childhood moments,
when life was carefress and th eonly worry i had
was missing my favourite show on tv
i love *** you hopelessly
love whatever it is you love about me...
how your friends would see me and say...
'you make him a better guy'
a guy not afraid to walk in the dark at 2am
just because i cant fall asleep
sugar...honey..see thing is i love you,
but im more inlove with another guy
and... its just not you
im sorry
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
goodbyes are unwritten, nor are they planned
if my time is cut before 'o clock,
please give me this time to reminisce on the days best lived
where best believe my mind, body, and soul
will freeze at the thought of those days
I hopelessly fell for you
if my body ceased to sponge
the very particles that gear it,
will you think of me?
the day my perfume wears off
the last sheets I owned,
would you still remember me?
The next time you watch Batman
will the jokers laugh remind you
of the nights we spent watching The big bang theory?
the morning rays as they hit your face
would they remind your
of our morning workouts?
or our ice-cream and biscuit breakfast?
The future remains uncertain,
for that I will stand on your window naked
and be a curtain that reminds you
of the simplicity of our love
Today remains unpredictable
and a mystery, filled with blurred lines
about what the hours hold
Yet I wonder...
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
last night I sat in the dark
fishing for luminous words from
what seemed like a shallow furrow of thoughts
and I found myself stuck
between realities I dare not speak
allowing time to whisk me
to the edge of the world I only see in a dream,
indulging in calamities I cant seem to unreveal,
for Im stuck between two worlds of conflicting
revelations
The night with whom I conversed the
perplex complexities, mimicked the
unbirthed reality, leaving me in a pool
of confusion and a list of future uncertainities
again I find myself stuck between
worlds I dare not speak
The words I utter seem to fade
in the deep belly of the hours I sat, as
the only hope I hold on to,
is that of morning when a thick line
is drawn between my dreams and my reality
Last night I sat in the dark eluded by sleep,
swimming in a pool of written
ideas of metaphors, to undress the thoughts
that lie far beneath my sleepless nights,
and haunted by words I dare not speak
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC