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Beaty eyes
they stare into me.
Beaty heart
I feel the shake.
Beady sweat
between brows gather.
Beaty bodies
we feed the anxiety.
My mind was in train wreck.
My heart was in a shipwreck.
Waiting to be found,
Waiting to be healed,
Waiting to be patched up,
Looking for a hero.
I am drowning into abyss
No anchor can pull me up
For I resisted ...
Breathless
I slowly drown
And  I hid into this unknown abyss
Waiting on a true hero.
Night and Day ,
I was a neglected soul waiting for a hero.
Searching in all the harazardous places.
As when the sun slowly began slept away
And the moon began to awake in its grey glow
I cried in despair of all ghouls who scorned my soul and those fiery demons for they tore my sanity.
I was alone and leading myself into hurricane of fire.
Twist into my fate.
Slowly I drowned ....
Where is my hero?
And you appeared in shining suit of armor
Piercing eyes ,taunting eyes,angelic lips
Halo across your head .
Without hesitation you reached for me.
My blood coiled in the sight of you
I was afraid ,
but I felt safe when I met your gaze.
My Hero.
As you lured yourself in,
You turned my heart into the right direction.
To stop loving
in dangerous places
To quit aching for
mistakes that were not in my control .
My hero
Bandages were stripped,
when you kissed me.
I wanted to be rescue,
every single time you touched me.
My hero...
My heart was set in stone ,
With accomplishments,
hopes,
goals
of having you by my side.
**My hero
He's the best thing that has ever happened to me
A Reader lives
A thousand lives
Before he dies.
The man who
Never reads
Lives only one.
I'm sorry I'm too ugly
I'm sorry I'm too pretty
I'm sorry I'm too fat
I'm sorry I'm too thin
I'm sorry I'm smelly
I'm sorry I wear too much perfume
I'm sorry I am poor
I'm sorry I have more spending money than you
I'm sorry you have to look at me daily
I'm sorry I don't call enough
I'm sorry I'm too aggressive
I'm sorry I back down too easily
I'm sorry I'm too smart
I'm sorry I'm too stupid
I'm sorry I'm too quiet
I'm sorry I'm too loud
I'm sorry I'm too lazy
I'm sorry I'm too fidgety
I'm sorry I'm too flirtatious
I'm sorry I'm too boring
I'm sorry I'm overemotional
I'm sorry I don't talk enough
But that's the way I was made, so deal with it.
Sorry, I'm not sorry.
 Feb 2015 Janielle Mainly
Voyager
We are like fire ignited from forest wood
something consistent but has a limit
after a while we will burn out
we will fade
and all that will remain are ashes
destruction is all we have left
marks  with memories of something great
but with that fire
I do not regret
because loving you
was something great
I love you, ***
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