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Noticing from afar,
hands being held,
Small glances made,
Imagining how it feels to be that way.

Witnessing the first kiss happen,
Watching as he gets on one knee,
Hoping that's what my love we be.

Alas, I only watch,
For no one looks at the quiet girls,
Like they're the only star in the sky,
The apple of their eye,
The northern lights in their life.

But I can only dream,
I can only wait,
I can only hope,
That the love I will have is true.
 Apr 2015 Marie Belle
Chris
.

I can’t take too many more days like today
I never noticed it was National Day of Loneliness on the calendar
No red circle highlighting anything,
but it came and I wasn’t prepared

There were no cards or decorations to celebrate,
no special cake or pies,
not even a sale at Penney’s, (which is odd on any day)

Just a lonely day sitting at my desk,
staring at a screen (I guess my computer knew)
missing you
Oh, there were a few emails, but nothing that filled this need,
this constant need I have for you

So I suppose I will make a note
in my reminder program
so that next year
on April 7th I will know
that I will be lonely
once again

Can’t wait for tomorrow
 Apr 2015 Marie Belle
Chris
-

With merely words
strung together in hurtful fashion,
he formed a noose
tightly around her neck

She gasped for air
as evil eyes watched,
happily from twin shadows
cast by her broken heart

Thrashing legs and
pleading expressions
in the heat of this day
curved a wicked smile upon his face

Tears burned lines on her cheeks
as she desperately searched
for a way out, she was losing hope,
just about to give up

When she managed with her final ounce of energy
to reach the keyboard and hit delete,
removing his email and him forever…
Once again she could breathe
Inspired by things I have heard and read.  Please remember...words can hurt very badly.

And no, this is not about me.  :)
The world is like a bubble.
Floating,
barley on the edge,
ready to pop,
at any moment.
Make the world a better place.
 Apr 2015 Marie Belle
L
I can feel
 Apr 2015 Marie Belle
L
my walls
crumbling down
my reservations
fading
my guards
dismantling.

I can feel
my heart
my mind
my body
my soul
opening up
for you.

I ask myself whether
this is good or bad.

I feel terrified
I am terrified

Of what I feel
For you.
 Apr 2015 Marie Belle
Myriah
I'm too shy
To tell you
How I feel
So I'll hide behind
Timid smiles and
Soft hellos
I'm afraid
If I ask you
"what do you think
Of me?
Your reply will be .
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