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i tried to recall
my youth
the time when
i wasnt aware
of the cruel things
that was lurking
in this world

i tried to recall
the last time
when my mother
told me a story
or sang me to sleep
as she tapped my arms
and hugged me

i tried to recall
the time
i last shared
a laugh with my father
i miss the times
when he took care of me
when I was sick
and when he'd
feed me

i tried to recall
the moments
when our life
was much simpler
i felt pain in my chest
my eyes stung
as tears started falling
and my heart
kept on breaking
I wish I could go back
 Jan 2015 Byron Galang
Kate Irons
let me be the one who tells you everything will be okay,
let me be the one who makes your fears go away
Love yet indescribable
has various meanings

Love although unseen
can be shown
and expressed
in many ways

however

*it still isn't enough
when will something ever be enough?
Bewildered.
You caught me off guard,
I fell for you unexpectedly.

Bewitched*.
There's something in your eyes,
That makes my knees go weak.
To B :)
kiss me once more
with the same intensity
and gentleness

hold me once more
wrap your arms around me
as i wrap mine around you

sing to me once more
and i'll be singing with you
even though we're out of tune

hold my hand one more
fill the spaces
between my fingers

lie with me once more
let the silence consume us
make me feel safe

let me listen to the beating of your heart
that was awaken by me
for the guy who came into my life so unexpectedly. whatever this is, we'll make this work. thank you for making me feel this way. it may all seem too fast, but we'll make it last.
It was a waste of time,
so I stopped doing it.
Now I can't do it at all,
no matter how much
I feel like I should.
I stopped,
and now I can't.
Plain and simple
as pain itself.
I told myself not to cry.
Now it feels like
it's impossible to ever do it again.
Sometimes I try to force them out,
but my tears have run dry.
Like a violin,
only a little bigger.
The darkness of a cello,
the sweetness of a violin.
It sings a lullaby
to the child in the crib.
Loud and soft,
harsh and gentle.
It's the middle,
it's the best of the four.
Though it's not as popular,
it's still what I do.
It's still sings the song
that I want to sing.
No words are needed
to sing different tones.
The instrument is my voice,
the only one I speak with.

— The End —