tips of hats
hand-blown kisses
closing of doors
goodbye wishes
eight a.m.
five years old
eternal memories my heart still holds
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
I told my 2 cents to the washing
machine.
It cleaned all my money, but stole my
self-esteem.
I gave all my change to a nun on the
street,
not for my soul, but to hide my
deceit.
I collected cans of beers and sodas with
caffeine,
hoping I would at least one thing to
redeem.
I walked into a room of mirrors, and locked some mirrors inside of me.
And now I see just what was lost to that **** laundry machine.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
my heart rejects you like a stubborn VCR
your name sticks to my throat like it's in hot summer tar
i want to say
i miss you
i want to say
i care
but our future looks so empty as i'm grasping for some air.
we knew it wouldn't be easy as you held me that last night
but at least then i could hear your heartbeat, now i only hear your sigh.
"I'm yours forever", I once said
"I see us together", You replied
will the distance overcome our promises? will heartache leave us dry?
emotion makes a cruel companion
like our curse, our cure is time
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC