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the binding of my book
is covered in tape
and held together by
sadness
inspired by my friend karis
 Aug 2020 Foreigner Soralen
DB
You
   Oh god, you
     Every **** time I see you
       I get butterflies in my stomach
     Because of how beautiful
    And how kind and caring
   Of a person you are

     And when I look into your eyes
    I feel the warmth of comfort
   I wish I wouldn’t get so nervous
  Every single time you’re around
I lose the ability to speak
Because all I can think about,
                                                   is you...

I so badly want
  for there to be something between us
    So I can give you the love
      You most definitely deserve

All I wish for
is that maybe one day
   you’ll feel the same towards me
My father’s stony face
Gripped with expressionless, death
He just stares at me
And I tear back

The dirt feels too hard
The world, too cold
I’m saying sorry
But everything just feels wrong

I’m grieving for him
But it’s not him who’s dead
It’s me
Lofty unspoken Dreams

     tear at the tattered seams

          it seems we were meant to be unraveled

     to be undone
  
          & burn with the sun

               to be at peace with chaos

          or else

               wither away

                    under the crushing weight of mortality.
I'm running out of time
and the clock is ticking fast
But I'm trying to erase
all the damage in my past

I'm running out of time
and these minutes never last
But the darkness that I face
is the shadow that I cast

©
Still
thinking
of you
Takes away
my breath
Like
your presence
takes away
my life
Still love you with so much scars deep within my lonely heart
A promise is a promise.
Only a lie can be made
with an expiration date in mind.

You and I
are the sand and sea,
we will always keep coming
back to one other.

You and I
are the trees of eternal spring,
we shall never leave.

Not every day is remembered
as special or significant,
not every word spoken between us
is Hallmark worthy.
But love is never absent
and what is shared
never forgotten.

Alone we are
merely ordinary,
together we are considerable,
whether it’s sharing ice cream
or each other’s
aches and pains.

The road we traverse,
hand-in-hand,
may be covered with obstacles & illusions,
but the horizon
is hardly false.

For look!
God himself smiles upon us.
These vows are indeed
of an endless variety...
the hollows under her eyes
got deeper
as invisible hands
scraped further.
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