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Sandra Melton Mar 2019
You say you will fight for us
Dreams of a future is what we make
You say you will fight if it is the last thing you do
Can that be all you leave me with?
I will still fight
I am losing faith minute by minute
It cannot be true
Can you leave me after all we shared?
Please don't leave me is all I ask
Do you think of me?
Sandra Melton Mar 2019
Tell me wrong that the air you breath is better without me
Tell me wrong that you still don't love me
Is it wrong to let you go
Sometimes I think this is so
When I am talking to you I see more than another would
Perhaps you didn't know that I knew you absolutely love candy
Or that you love to snuggle up and stay inside all day
Perhaps you don't understand why I love you so much
And this is to be true
But I love you so much because you love me too
So tell me our future is doomed and be sure I will fight it
I am sure to swear we are made to love each others faults
Please tell me you thought this through
For if you didnt I don't want to hurt you
Promise me you'll fight this time
And maybe if you wait long enough you will see our love shine
Just tell me the truth
Don't ever be ashamed
Just tell me the truth and I will surely listen
You never need be scared and never need be in pain
For if this love's too much
You won't  ever see me again
So tell me one last time….will our love float….or will it be lost
Sandra Melton Mar 2019
I found my way
Right into your arms
Safe and sound
Away from harm
Glazed eyes and heavy burdens
I lay myself down at your feet
You pick me up and dust me off
Whispering promises of certain future
Your eyes glitter reflecting each promise
I am lost in your eyes
Can it be?
A haven away from reality
Our space seems to bend time
Keep me safe my love
Sandra Melton Mar 2019
I miss your good morning hugs
I miss those good morning kisses
I also miss that little pout you do when you don't get your way
Can it be possible to miss something as much as I do you?
Do you miss me too?
I miss giving you nose kisses
I also miss that adorable blush you do
I kinda also miss the stupidly cute way you would talk cute
I miss it when you whisper to me
It makes you sound so serious
And that makes my heart skip a beat
I could spend all day sleeping in your arms
I miss that feeling of safety in your arms
I miss losing myself in those amazing brown eyes
I miss you so much
Could I love anyone more the I do you?
I think not…
I simply miss you
I hope I see you soon
Sandra Melton Mar 2019
I am tired
It's a deep feeling in my bones
It drains my smile
It limits my laughter
Can I be anymore tired
Eyelids droop but sleep eludes my grasp
When I wake my body aches
No stretch can relieve my ache
Music echoes in my lone time
Why can't I feel full inside?
I read of stories
Riding with warriors
Flying on airships in faraway galaxies
Walking in dark forests lit with the light of fairy fables
Cannot I not find my fill?
Why am I so empty…
Pick me up and give me vise
Is this a punishment?
Can I find reprise....
Fill me with emotion ..
I want to fly again my little muse
Sandra Melton Mar 2019
Laughter , I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours
A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it
Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet
An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me
Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort
Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style
So many things and so many different types of  beauty and grace
But how to describe me?
For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice
Am I witty and comfortable
I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes
Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush?
But tis no fret
I see beauty in all
To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination
One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all
The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him
Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one
Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it
No need to be the best among my many faces
I am a blank page , so write as you will my story
But in my hand and head I see beauty, hate , and much more
Although it might drive me crazy , I love it to the very fault
For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy
Sandra Melton Mar 2019
The streets roam on for miles
Its pitch black leaving only the flickering street lights to pave the way
I am running so fast my breath filling the silence with awful ragged gasps
What is behind me?
Faster and faster I run the stars twinkling above my head
It is so hard to move as the roads and buildings pass in vocational silence
I hear a voice so familiar I cease my run and stand lonely on my crossroad
It's so familiar to my ears
Soon a figure is standing in front of me but her face is cloudy
I reach out to touch but she is ghostly cold yet warms me in awful ways
She is crying out and I still can't understand her far away voice
The woman is gone and I am left running again
Running into a light so bright I wake up
Rolling over I see the face of my beloved
She is smiling as I am gasping for air to fill the hole
Soon I whisper softly
“So close yet so far away...Why do I run from my soulmate?..”
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