Didn't mean to make you cry girl
Didn't mean anything at all
Didn't mean to break your heart my dear
Should'a seen the writing on the wall
Once upon a time we were happy
and all seemed so assured
Now I'm sittin here by myself
Not sure what I learned
Those long warm days of summer
have givin way to the fall
Big dark clouds moving in
guess I'll get out of town
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
If I give my heart to you
will you take my soul
I can read the stars for you
you're future can unfold
I will play you a melody
you can sing a song
I will share my secrets
if you do me no wrong
We can watch the sunrise
fly with the birds
We can go anywhere
on this turning earth
Then the band started playing
they were playing our song
and the people came from far and wide
just to cheer us on
We sang la la la la la la la.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
My thoughts are no longer of love and happiness.
My thoughts are of survival and not knowing what I'm surviving.
My brain is disturbing me.
My brain ought to be disturbed.
Our behaviour is frightening.
Our behaviour is all telling.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
poems today sound corny or pretentious
what is a poem without cadence or rhyme
i find rhythmic lines completely infectious
i know I'm a little behind in the times
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
I see black trees and vines
Tiny pictures of light poke through
The light is grey with a pinkish tinge
A breeze moves through and touches the wind chimes
My mind is calm.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
I'm really not bad but,
if I could reach the doorknob,
I would come in and steal.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Pull me in.
Those eyes run deep.
Like precious stones.
They've been here forever.
I can't read those eyes.
They lead me to a question.
Who are you?
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
I'm not your first sweet lover.
I'm not the darling that you wed.
I'm not that perfect housewife.
I'm not your ecstasy in bed.
I'm the last chance motel, full of cobwebs and of pain.
I've seen a lot of sad love and I'm broken and I'm tame.
I'm nobody's dream
as I once might have been.
I'm the last chance motel.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
Invisible person, I see you.
We all have a story to tell.
Even though we may not speak,
we all long to be heard.
We all long to mean something.
We all long for love.
Look at the invisible person.
Hear their story.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC