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I've forgotten about that summer
As if it was just a dream
Quickly leaving me
With only a feeling

I will it to come back,
For just a second
But I am left confused
And dazed

I catch small glimpses
Of what might have happened
I imagine it might have been good
I imagine it might have been bad
I can't quite remember
Maybe I dreamt the whole thing?
whimsical hues
pretty pastels
dancing birds and
singing angels

mix of colors
the blues and pinks
mystic faces
our laughs and tears

look at the sky
stop the pretend
evermores too
come to an end

every minute
clouds are shrouding
and now you are
disappearing

look at the sky
stop the pretend
evermores too
come to an end

the setting sun
seems to await
hanging around
for something great

there is no point
in her waiting
she herself knows
he's not coming

look at the sky
stop the pretend
evermores too
come to an end

the moon is late
the sun has set
he has appeared
but she has left

so came the dusk
starless somber
from serious vows
into strangers
The dreaded waiting game.
I found a book of poems
in a beautiful heart wood chest
And written across its sturdy lid
Was the word "hope", like sunday best

Upon this book of poems
Lay a velvatine writting pen
And vials of ink from distilled life
For writing letters to her friend

When I went to read her words
 I discovered the lock on it
The key she gave that opened her room
Was never the key that would fit

So I put her poems back
I was nothing more than a guest
And with the blood that ran from my eyes
Next to "hope", I wrote the word "less".
its hard to realize
that you are not a fool
for being fooled by a fool
just realizing that it wasnt my fault
A gentle breeze took me with him on journeys.
It took me to touch the clouds and let me to dance with stars.
I felt like a free bird.
The whole world was mine.
Wind in my wings,
joy in my heart.
I didn't want it to stop.
You stopped holding my hand.
Your smile was a goodbye.
I wish I would tell you ...
That you don't need to die to make yourself worthy.
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