she had a strong passion for art
she'd draw every saturday
she had a passion for writing
she'd write poems, stories and songs
she had a passion for music
she recorded every song she wrote
but her greatest passion
was him
she'd draw him every Saturday
his eyes, his nose, his lips
she'd write about him
every poem just for him
her songs she wrote
contained bits of him
no matter how strong her passions were
none of them were as strong
as the one she held for him
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
the twinkle in your eyes
is my sweet serenity
your laugh , the way
it calms my heart
your pulse
my everlasting zeal
the warmth of your skin
when it touches mine
the way you gaze into my eyes
causing me to tremble
your kisses, my sweet sins
your voice, your speech
calming me to sleep
the way you love me
as i love you
always have
always will
always do.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
a perfect lullaby
was his voice to me
singing me to sleep
he once saved me from drowning
then he ate me from inside
he'd tell me that he loved me
the stab me in my back
he'd leave me staring at the ceiling
praying for his love
which was a waste of time
he'd always hold my hand
when i was going to crumble
he said he'd love me forever
but that was all in vain
see, he was a striking yellow
and i was a purple shade
our colours never mixing
only making an ugly grey
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
the only sound was the echo
of her own heartbeart
wind blew the smoked she puffed
back to her face
she watched the trees slowly
swaying to the wind
the whisper of leaves
rustling in the wind
thoughts running thru her mind
she couldnt think , she couldnt eat
her world had turned around
something changed
nothing mattered , she felt appeased.
yet she spent restless nights , unable to sleep,
for she was in love
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
i love the way our fingers met
during cold rainy days
i love the way you smiled at me
before you'd say goodbye
i love the way you'd be so happy
when you darkest days
brought you down
i love the way your brown eyes twinkle
under the shining bright moonlight
the way you'd touch me
down my ribs
and comfort me
when i cry
i love the time we spent together
your kisses soft yet smooth
the way you'd talk to me
your voice
my calming thunder
i love the way our memories
will be always part of me
i love the way you forgot
our promises and dreams
but i especially love the way
these dont matter anymore
i'll always love the way
how these memories will die with me
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC