i don't know much about the moon
for half of it is always hidden
and i envy the stars that can peer at the scars on the other side of where i'm sitting
i can't say much about the tides
that fall victim to your tug
but i can observe that with every fibbing word
the sounding sea has had enough
- l.f.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
lay here with me in this cold and lonely realm
not to feel my body heat or the way my skinny little legs gently intertwine in my sleep
not to see the veins of my eyelids as i dream or the shape in which my hair falls on the pillow
but to realize just how cold and just how lonely a realm can really be
even if the little things you love happen to live there
- l.f.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
depression dwells beyond the depths of any other drowning emotion
encasing your soul inside an old empty house with only one window pane
and through this window you see your former self, your happiness, your soul, your devotion
but this former self is out of reach, and the sadness has already stained
your dark thoughts escape and make themselves known
weighing you down like gravel
she slithers in your eardum and gently whispers
stick around, dear, there is much more to unravel
- l.f.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
every painful experience with you
was like a tap on a typewriter key
it began as a letter or two
and two quickly turned to three
and before i knew it
there were pages and pages
of what i thought was a growing love
only to find
that whom i held closest
never thought i was enough
and so novels were written
letter by letter
in longs days and longer nights
and it took me a trilogy to see he didn't love me
but he did, infact, love to write
- l.f.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC