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Cheyenne Jul 2018
Some say love is just an illusion
Just a simple irreconcilability of 2 minds
It’s what we want to be not someone we want to see
It’s also a ton of work
It’s a ton of work you refuse to open your mind towards
I knock
One knock...
You answer...
You say here I am come and be apart of a life I want you to see
I want you to feel
Like a silent storm that settles after a hurricane
I want you to see
Like a mother’s first sight upon her new born babies face
I want you to breathe
Like a hot steaming apple pie your grandmother bakes and leaves out on the stove
Two knocks...
You prop the door open..
You say silently under your breath...
I don’t  have anything for you anymore
No money
No job
No house
No family
But you can’t see I don’t want your stuff
#love,
I’ll never get to pull you out of the ashes
But
I’ll always remember how much I love you
Cheyenne Mar 2018
can you hear me yet?
the song that plays on in my heart doesn't seem to be the same melody
it used to be so happy and light
now all i feel is water crashing over  my hear
i'm sinking
i'm screaming
crying out for your affection yet you turn your back again
your only hear for a little while then you leave
i wish you heard my cry
i wish you could feel what i'm feeling
save me
don't let go
because i cant
turn around
hear me for the last time
i love you
but you love her
you hear her
i'm can't be there anymore
goodbye my last love
Cheyenne Nov 2017
Here it is my letter for you;
I promise to be caring...
I promise to be loyal...
I promise to be honest...
I promise to be considerate...
I promise to guide you...
I promise to hairs your heart...
I promise to laugh at you...
And I promise to tell you everything...
But I can't sign this for you...
It can't be official...
The things that have been done
Make me not able to commit
I can't promise I'll tell you everything
I would only see you fall if I did
So this letter has to remain...
unsigned.
Cheyenne Nov 2017
If we were characterized as a battle
This is our group...
1. The thief- who Steals every time she come close then retreats to shield herself.
2. The middle gun- who chooses who to fire at based on who's winning.  
3. The peace- the center of our world who gets caught in the  middle.
4. The fighter- who doesn't want to fight and takes credit every time with out it ever being their fault. And last of all
5. The lost- who has only her side but doesn't know what's going on because everyone is shielding her. Where are we?                             Why are we doing this?                      
When is our battle over?                      
We all need each other, we each bring something different to the battle field so why don't we help each other?                                 There is a much bigger war going on outside than we know about....when can we fight for that and not against each other       2-1-2, no one needs to take sides so let's be 5
Cheyenne Oct 2017
What do you see in me
Do you see a smiling girl?
A smart girl?
A girl who loves to sing?
A girl who always knows how to make you laugh?
Or who knows what your going to say?
A girl you can tell everything to?
A girl who sees the good in the world?
Who sees nature differently?
Who sees purity in the dark?
Someone who knows how to fly?
What if I told you...
I'm the girl who goes on crying for days...
I'm the girl who does school work 6 hours straight,afraid to fail....
I'm the girl who poors out her feelings in song because no one can hear my words...
Who only makes you laugh so she doesn't cry...
Who knows what you will say because she remembers every one of your words afraid they will be your last...
I'm the girl who listens to your problems so she doesn't have to live through hers...
Who sees the good so she can chase away the bad...
Who wishes she could be a bird that way she'd finally be free...
I'm the girl who is the dark so she picks out the purity because she wishes to be that light...
I'm the girl who only knows how to fly because I'm scared to fall...
Do you still see those things in me?
Am I still that never ending joyful person?
Cheyenne Oct 2017
Days etched like ink
The type of ink that never fades away
One day contains the best memories
Like when you looked at me and made me feel completely pink
Then the next,all the worse
When you leave and I'm surrounded by a deep blue curse
You never know which it's going to be
Every day is brand new, they say
But one day it's here the next it fades
I constantly have to say I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
If I don't the cycle gets erased
Every new day makes the others go away
Only the memories of the happiest and saddest times stay
But that's the price of having a brain
what if We didn't have a brain
Then I'm living the same day ever day
Then I would never meet you
Then I would never live
That's just the price of having a brain
You get the feelings weather you want to or not
That's just the price of being human
Cheyenne Oct 2017
The horror haunts in the dark of night
Some days I wish it would just stand to fight
I'm tired of playing this game
Feeling like I'm the one to blame
It hides in the shadows
Then night by night it gets closer
Yet every time it turns back
The  horror haunts in the dark of night
Some days I wish it would just stand to fight
I know it's coming
I just can't see it
It sees me, what does it want
Closer,closer
It's like the saying two steps forward one step back
I've lost track
This dance it plays
The walls it breaks
The horror haunts in the dark of
Some days I wish it would just stand to fight
Till one day the truth shows
As I step closer and closer toe by toe
Pressing into the firm ground
As quiet as I can
I see the truth
Now I can't move
The horror haunts in the dark of
Some days I wish i would just stand to fight
To finally see that all along it was just me
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