Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1.1k · Feb 2019
You Know Your Life Is Crazy
Beana Feb 2019
You know your life is crazy
When getting eight hours of sleep is like
a daisy in a field of dandelions

You know your life is crazy
When you get eight hours of sleep and think
you must be forgetting something

You know your life is crazy
When you think getting eight hours of sleep
on a weekday is too much

You know your life is crazy
When you think getting the recommended amount of sleep
on a weekday means something is wrong
because it's just not normal

You think your life is crazy
When you walk around half dead from tiredness
But is it really crazy when everyone else around you is the same?
783 · Mar 2020
My Pearl
Beana Mar 2020
The waves are high,
The tide is high.
My heart is full,
My life is full,
Because of you.
Oh how I love you.
Our love is brighter than the moon,
Bigger than Heaven,
And deeper than Hell.
Eternal,
Endless,
More everlasting than the gods.
My darling pearl,
paler than milk
And more precious than the sun.

~Your Secret Admirer
Starting a series of love poems, because I found the perfect muse <3
350 · Apr 2020
I'm the one
Beana Apr 2020
I understand you in a way no one else can.
I know to twirl my fingers in your hair all day,
How to play with it in just the right way,
So it's tousled just enough that it looks like you had fun,
But not like you just woke up drunk.
I know I'm all you need,
I'm the one you've been looking for,
No one matches you like me,
We go together like bread and cheese.

Darling please just let us be,
Let all the others go,
I'll always be there in the end,
No need to try them on for show,
And I'd rather just skip to the end.
Let's avoid all the drama,
All that you need is here before ya.
Now let's go to a library,
And you can pick out what we read.
Then at home we can cuddle,
In our fuzzy socks, my heart in a puddle,
Because I just adore you, my little bun,
I love you more than the sun.
Just another in the Secret Admirer series :) One day I'll tell her who I am...maybe
277 · Jan 2019
Ms Perfect
Beana Jan 2019
I'm not who you think I am
I'm not your Ms Perfect
Inside I'm Ms Broken as I can be
My insides are screaming apologies.
You don't understand what the word love means
At least not to me.
Love means a deep understanding and stability
But you don't seem willing to give that.
You just give words
But don't actions speak louder than words?
But all I hear are your words muddling up my brain
I don't see anything from you.
Are you willing to do anything more than just say I love you?
Because that's all you do
But that's not very reassuring
Because what happens if I fall?
Your words can't catch me but I don't know
If you'll even move to try and save me.
But I'm broken and no amount of your empty words can mend me.
I need more but you just won't help me.

— The End —