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 Mar 2015 CJ Hattingh
WJ Niemand
How much darkness
can my mind bare?
For when it's dark
I am scared.

The dawn
met me with a glimmering light
The dusk
departed with moment's fright

Now it's just you
- and me
where I'm guarded
because you set the darkness free

You deceive my eyes
and whistle to my ears
worst though
you tease my fears

Yet when day come
my fears drown
blistered in sun light
and white clouds

yet we will meet
again
..and again
...and again
 Mar 2015 CJ Hattingh
Kelly
Why are roses the

symbol of lasting love when

they die so quickly?
 Mar 2015 CJ Hattingh
Brianna
Will you take back those phone calls and the texts you used to send?
Take back the "I love you's" at two a.m?

Will you take my heart when it's been beaten and suffering from abuse?  
Sew it back together and watch the blood still pour out over you?

Will you take back the kisses and hugs you would steal in the middle of the night?
The way you'd wrap your legs around mine and hold my body so tight?

Take my memories, take my heart and just let me die.
Because I'd rather be a "me" if there can't be a "you & I ".
Why the **** do I miss you?
 Mar 2015 CJ Hattingh
caroline
i don't believe that you ever fully get over your first love;
it's more of a comfort lie you tell
new lovers,
(and yourself)
so they don't feel insecure
or fear being replaced.
(im still ******* insecure,
but i guess that's my own fault)

and sometimes, when you've fallen asleep in my arms and still she texts your phone,
i wish for you to, again, only be a
stranger passing by,
just a puzzle with a missing piece.
The kind of eyes that abate my fears,
The sweetest voice, I've heard in years,
The kind of good I used to doubt,
The good that I can't live without,
The kind of nice I thought was gone,
In a world that seems to have moved on,
The kind of happy that can't be true,
But somehow is, when I'm with you.
 Mar 2015 CJ Hattingh
caroline
i don't know what the hell
is wrong with me
it's been months since ive taken a pill
or consumed enough alcohol
to make myself sick
and yet here i am wishing for both
 Mar 2015 CJ Hattingh
SG Holter
I never saw the value in
Getting back together.

Gone is gone.
Dead is dead.

The world is just too huge an
Adventure

To give up a new one to
Go back.

Back.
Life is too short to

Embrace anything that begins with
*Yester.
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