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Harry Gione Sep 2019
He was a man
He was much bigger than me
His heart bigger than his chest and it towered over me
Harry Gione Sep 2019
You don't stroke my hair
Your hands stay far from mine
Far from the time our fingers intertwined
To me your smile can still be seen
When I witness your smile at things that aren't me
Your eyes don't share secrets as they did before
What we share is years, nothing less, nothing more
So don't touch me now
My skin might tare
The years have stripped it dull and bare
Don't hang around
And don't stroke my hair
I've already forgotten that you were ever there
I haven't experienced romantic love, I've only ever witnessed it. This is two people from whom I've witnessed the rise and decline in love. They taught me about love and how it should and shouldn't look and for that I thank them. But, my heart bleeds for their wilting.
Harry Gione Sep 2019
I look for meaning
I write it down
I make it rhyme with different sounds
Then I share it
Like I'm doing now
This little bit of honesty
I think I found
Harry Gione Sep 2019
You came in with the rain
And the winds and thunder were following
Now the clouds have long since passed
But I'm still dripping
Harry Gione Sep 2019
Oh, Scarlet's got a boyfriend now
She says she thinks she found the one
Well I don't what love is all about
I'm happy for her anyway

Oh they say that "You've missed out"
Cause you don't understand the misery
Oh they say that "you've gotta find out
I'd rather keep it all a mystery

My friend don't you worry about me
I'm fine
I got my head on my shoulders
My friend only cares about things
like time
She say we're only getting older
This is the lyrics to a work in progress I'm writing. It's still very rough, but I thought I'd share it just because, hey why not. Let me know thoughts if y'all have any on this...
Harry Gione Aug 2019
We all cry from time to time
In between sheets and behind our eyes
When the heaviness of everything weighs on our minds
We scream out in agony these very lines:
How could the world be so unfair to me
When I was born a baby with nothing to share or bring
Yet it placed its weight down on my bare skin
And gave me the sharp end of all it has to give
And while I haven't yet cause any sins to be punished
It made it its business to show me whats ugly
And even though there are those who suffer much deeper
Pain than I have ever come to witness
I know that there are those living abundantly
Who have done things thats deserving of this suffering
I may be no saint but I am no demon either
So lift up your reigns and give me my freedom
When things feel unfair to me and I suffer more than any suffering I've caused. I remind myself that sometimes you're just unlucky
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