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I find your looks hypnotic,
The way you stand and stare,
I love the way you shake your locks,
Of long and silky hair.

I find your smile enchanting,
Your sly yet innocent grin,
It makes me want to caress and stroke,
Your smooth and supple skin.

I find you so enthralling,
I love your distinctive smell,
Of christmas day and roses,
You hold me in your spell
I feel like ****.
It's hitting me now.
Love doesn't last.
It doesn't last at all.
You can try all you want
But sometimes, it's not meant to work out.

What the **** does that mean?
What the **** does that mean?
It's not meant to work out?
What the **** does that even mean?

You spend years with someone and decide that's it for you.
You don't want to do it anymore.
You don't want to share a bed, or live together.
Or make love after a long day at work.
You'd rather be with someone new.
Start fresh with a stranger.
Why
Why
Why couldn't we have done it?
Why couldn't we have worked it out?
"It's not you, baby, it's me."
No it's me, baby, it's me.
What am i doing wrong?
Baby, tell me.
"I just don't feel the same as i used to."

And that's when it gets rough.
You pull a heart out of a chest and you can't stuff it back in.
You can't shove words back down your throat.
You can't change feelings.
Everybody thinks in love you can change their mind.
But once a mind is made up, it's not going to change.
It just feeds you words that make you want to curl up and disappear.
That make you feel so ******* stupid.
All the things I did for you,
All the time I spent on you,
All the love I gave you.

But sometimes, it's not meant to work out.
How can this be, you and me
Here, alone, together
The world is gone, our past are done
All we have is each other

One touch of your hands, now I understand
How two people can become one.
No more you and me, but us we be
Until God tells us well done.

Now the pastor is in focus and people behold us
As you gently ask for my hand
You tell me you vow to do the best you know how
If I will just let you be my man

I tell you I surrender (as you slide the ring on my finger)
My heart body and mind
No matter how hard I try if I search ‘til I die
No better soul mate I’d ever find

You said your I do and I said my I do
We’re now one, no longer two
Nothing else matters, not sisters or brothers
Cause we’re here, alone, together

Written by LaToya Taylor
Break this selfish

Sense of being

Make a move

Beyond your breathing



Hate

can do so much

Love

The healing touch



Buried away until tomorrow

Find the day for you it's borrowed

Let this resting day

Show you strength to get away



Hold your ground

Look past the bleeding

Hold the truth

When it's worth keeping



Fight

To stay alive

Rise

Surpass this climb



Buried away until tomorrow

Find the day for you it's borrowed

Let this hallowed day

Show you strength to get away



Lift your hands and feel this

Selfless sense of being

Bare you hearts to feel this

Final life remarking meaning



Buried away until tomorrow

Find the day for you it's borrowed

Let this resting day

Show you strength to get away



Buried away until tomorrow

Find the day for you it's borrowed

Let this hallowed day

Show you strength to get away



I'll show my strength and get away
Lying on the floor
Pretending the ceiling didn’t just fall down
On me

Cause if you were there
I would probably have noticed
The crack

But now it’s empty
Like the egg-formed ball
On me

So if this was surreal
And that other time was reality
I wouldn’t sleep alone

And I’m pretending
The ceiling didn’t fall down
On me

Justify my oddity
Counterbalance this reality
And let me sleep alone

Don’t try to save what’s already lost
When the ceiling falls down
On me

The red bricks
And the eternal sound of rush hour outside
Reminds me that it’s better in here

In this world of subconscious confusion
Where nothing seems to be alright I see you
On me

“Don’t”, I say
Knowing that this will take me where I want to go
But still knowing it won’t

Contemplating the thought of standing up
But there’s blocked, the ceiling is resting
On me

“Strength”, you say
And save me by removing the ceiling
With just one hand

“What is all this about?”
I ask myself, and the poem stops with just one line to be written
Rain do stay I love you so

The way your droplets come and go

And also in the way you sound

Falling gently on the ground

And in the way you seek each face

Each small and dark and lowly place

And also in the way you feel

Cool and wet and clean and real

And then I like the way you fall

On each and every fence and wall

And drip into the very light

That wakes us up and leaves at night

And don't forget the way you creep

Into ground so dark and deep

And always find the fastest way

To points beneath the earth to stay

But mostly you are kind and spare

Each small frail nest and bed and lair.
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