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You're driving me insane
My dear, that is not allowed
I'm normally in control
I'm normally in charge
Now I'm melting into oblivion
Now my head is in the clouds
You're driving me insane
You've got me twisted in knots
My dear, I don't know what we're doing
I don't want it to stop
i don't want it to stop
I haven't even met you but I feel as though I have
Romance is kind of funny like that
I'm 31 years old but I'm an inexperienced school girl inside
I'm a nervous child dreaming of her first time
I haven't even met you but you're eyes have captivated me
I'm entranced in a frozen moment
Of innocence and patience
Your pale blue iris takes me to a secret oasis
Where I am safe to explore my inner self
Where your heaven eclipses my past hell
I haven't even met you but your beauty speaks otherwise
I want you to take my hand
Show me the other side
show me the other side
He walks with disgusting confidence
Confidence that ventures into arrogance
Arrogance dancing so ugly
Arrogance worn like a costume
A costume he always wears
He thinks he is a gift
A gift sent from heaven
I count all the way up to seven
Before I disappear
i count all the way up to seven
what are you so scared of?
is it the trace of ***** on my mouth?
i love men too
is that not allowed?
you think my sexuality is greedy
yes, i am greedy for your acceptance
am i in?
am i out?
oh honey, i am both
this biphobia fills me with anger
i deserve to be noticed
is it the trace of ***** on my mouth?
I was lying on her leather couch
This kind of love is not allowed
Two thousand and twenty one
Time moves on but stigma doesn't
I'm falling in love with her leather couch
I'm getting lost in the creases that she has created
My hands smell like discovery
Her hair looks like purpose
I was lying on her leather couch
I think it's a place where I could be found
time moves on but stigma doesn't
Faded letter in a back pocket
A letter you never got to read
Addressed to no one
Discovered by a uniformed stranger
Words full of meaning
Promises and platitudes
Faded letter in my back pocket
The conclusion of a messy scene
the policeman found your letter when he found my body
if this doesn't last then that's ok
not everything is meant to last
not everything is forever
if you never read these words then that's ok
they will still be a reminder of a beautiful moment in space and time
if you decide to leave
if I get too intense or you lose this feeling
if this doesn't last and this just comes to pass
i promise that is more than ok
a reminder of a beautiful moment in space and time
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