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Rochelle Bourque Feb 2015
If I was an apple,
You'd be my tree,

If I was a bee,
You'd be my pollen

If I was the earth,
You'd be my sun.

As you can see,
I need you,

Although I'd never tell,

I love you.
Rochelle Bourque Feb 2015
Drifting softly,
Like a cloud in the sky,
Going with the flow,
Feeling extremely fly.

No destination,
Just passing by,
No obligation,
Not even a suite or tie.

Following the wind,
Following the rain,
Just keep moving,
Ignore the pain.

So what? You're alone,
There's no need to feel shy,
Don't look back now,
There's a chance you might cry.

Endlessly drifting,
Does that mean you're alone?
Forever moving,
Never to meet someone.

Maybe staying wouldn't hurt,
There's a chance at a life,
Having a home,
And maybe becoming a wife.

Drifting is nice,
But only for awhile,
It then becomes lonely,
And you can't walk another mile.

In the end,
Find a place to call your own,
Look for your own castle,
And make yourself a throne.
Rochelle Bourque Feb 2015
Believe me,
I know it's hard,
Trust me,
Let down your guard.

Open up,
Let me in,
Smile for me,
Give me a toothy grin.

Please don't turn away,
I need you now,
Don't hang me out to dry,
I will take a vow.

To never hurt,
To never forget,
To never lie,
To never threat.

Just for you,
I'll change my ways,
Just for you,
Now, please stay.
Rochelle Bourque Feb 2015
Eyes are closed,
Mind is at peace,
Hair is hanging loosely,
Covering my cheek.

Dreaming sweet dreams,
Not wanting to wake up,
Believing in such things,
That were just made up.

Once again,
Day breaks through,
Eyes begin to open,
And light shines through
Rochelle Bourque Nov 2014
I feel with my heart,
Though you must think I'm strange,
I feel with my heart,
Yet yours is locked away.

I feel with my heart,
But even now it slowly breaks,
I feel with my heart,
And I wonder if I made a big mistake.

I feel with my heart,
Now it slowly crumbles to dust,
I felt with my heart,
Now I feel with only lust.

I felt with my heart,
I now know that it was a mistake,
I felt with my heart,
And now we are the same.
Rochelle Bourque Nov 2014
Cold and unfeeling,
The future seems freezing,
You left me alone,
Now there's no place to call home.

You said you would never leave,
Now I'm like dust on your sleeve,
Just brush me off,
And leave me with but a scoff.

Don't look back now,
You're such a bleeping cow,
Don't look at me with those pitying eyes,
You were the one who fed me lies.

— The End —