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sequence-brown
American
This is the house of which I live Empty inside except for me No windows doors or seams People come over but See me they don’t Love me they won’t Touch me they do Leave me always In this house I am safe from He who has done me harm He who broke my heart He who left me We built this house together But he left when things fell under the weather With him he took My warmth My smiles My Happiness My love Leaving me here with this empty house   Sometimes men come over **** me they do Make me feel good they do Love me they can’t Remind me of him always This is the house of which I dream It has furniture just for him and me It has huge windows that I can open and see out People come over sometimes But it’s mostly I just me and him Make love we do Happy we are Leave me he never will In the big comfy house of my dreams He loves me always He wants me always He makes love always He talks to me always He treats me right always He is my friend always But I am stranded in this house With no windows doors or seams Living in a nightmare dreaming a child’s dream Hoping that truth, love and happiness will appear Hoping that he will find me love me and keep me near But this is the truth and this is how I live In a house with no windows doors or seams Always and never alone
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Dream Home
I sometimes wish that I had not been blessed with the gift of having a big heart I sometimes wish that I was not so eager to give that heart away I sometimes wish I was smart enough to see past all the nonsense For if I had not been blessed with a big heart, then it would never have been broken For if I was not so eager or so blind, I would not have been so easily deceived No one is whom they claim to be and no one says what is truly on their minds Everyone is guilty of being a liar Everyone is a fool But I have been the greatest fool of all I have leapt without looking Hence, I have crumbled and been destroyed by my naivety Where do you go once you’ve reached the bottom of an endless hole? Is it possible to be revived once you’ve tasted death’s bitter kiss? Or will I forever be imprisoned by the constant pain of discontinuation? I have been abandoned by that heart Now I am forced to see the truth of life And forced to endure the pain of living alone For you have shattered my heart and hidden all the pieces Who am I without that heart …Who am I without you?
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
That Heart
sometimes I wonder is it me or is it you does it really only take one or could it be two I told you I loved you but maybe that's not true Because I said it was me but really the problem is you loving you ain't easy honestly I find you incredibly.... ****** you dress like a ***** not to mention you're a complete bore I'm over it I can't take this ******** I'm over us So there's nothing left to discuss
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
Sometimes
Here one second and gone the next Fleeting love and one night stands No sweet romance No warm whispers Just one kiss Just one moments bliss His face His Name I don't remember This night This feeling I wont forget Here one second and gone the next Number five you were by far the best!
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Count to Five
This is who I am I try hard, hard as I can My only dream Makes me want to pull my hair and scream The future lies right here in my hands If only I could spread my wings and fly But Dancers don't dance they get drunk and cry Maybe one day there will be a sliver lining Maybe one day my soul will stop crying But for now I'll keep trying, trying, trying Until my soul stops crying Until I see the sliver Lining Until I stop dancing and start flying
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:02 PM UTC
Dancers Can't Fly