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The snow is so white,
It falls down yet so gently,
My heart shatters then.
the vibration  of your voice
     makes me feel warm
          the weight of your bones
               makes me feel at home
                    
                               *c.b
 May 2015 harmony crescent
Jane
I wish you could get out of my head,
Because at night when it gets late,
My mind starts to inane,
My face goes full red.
Sometimes I go insane,
Thinking if we'll talk again,
To be honest I'm drained,
And I need you to explain.
I would love to complain,
About this cruel pain,
But I'm tied in a chain,
Not allowed to refrain.
I write these for my sake,
To take away this ache,
So I could start and fake,
Just when I'm about to *break.
You're the person I think of before I go to sleep.
 May 2015 harmony crescent
Nikita
Good night
Sleep tight
Rest in peace for you're dead in your dreams

Take this poem how you like
But I urge you to step away from the knife

Life isn't that bad you know
Sure, there will be challenges so hard that you just want to give up
But don't
Stay here with me instead

Don't give up
I need you to be strong
Not everything's wrong

Don't be a quiter

If you need to lean
Lean on me
Just remember that when you fall
I will fall too

Stay strong
Stay strong for me
Because tonight I want to fall asleep knowing you will be alive and leaning on me tomorrow

✳Rather than to find myself falling with you ✳
Someone will always be falling with you
Someone will always care
Think twice before you put them in such despair
As I sit in this class,
boredom begins to attack,
my mind wanders, aimlessly.

My mind drifts,
and then my stomach sinks,
as I met your gaze, I remember what you once meant.

You were my best friend, my brother, you were family.
I remember the days we laughed until our ribs hurt,
and the way we sang, oh so beautifully out of tune.

We're not like that anymore, we are nothing.
We don't talk, or laugh, or sing, like we used to.
Just fake smiles and hated politeness.

But I suppose it's good that you and I no longer care.

Because I have paper think skin you see,
and although I was mostly happy,
I received all my pain,

From you

You cut my skin into itty bitty pieces.
Leaving me exposed and naked.
And at my most vulnerable

**YOU DESTROYED ME
As we sat in your car,
the darkness engulfing the world around us,
With nothing but the sound of a passing car
drifting on by.
I wasn't listening.
Occupied with the thought of my unflattering profile
I can't remember what you said,
or when you first held my hand.
At 2.15 am.
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