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I once loved a boy whom lacked any grace,
But rare beauty would blossom on his face.
His thoughts seemed so profound,
Till I looked around—
And found we were worlds out of place.
Trying a limerick. He likes soft rock, I like indie rock, it will never work out.
4d
My cat
I recall a time far back,
When my young mind lacked love,
Wishing my body to be clawed like a cat attacking a dove
So I bore youthful arms to my cat,
Clean arms at that,
Wanting her to give me what I deserve,
I gently prodded at her stomach in an attempt to annoy her
I was only a child and she was only a cat,
She rolled over and invited me to pet her,
I gave in and rubbed her downy gray fur
Then I got what I deserved most at that time,
Love, laced in her purr
The only one whom shown it was her
My cat
I still think about this
4d
Door
There’s this door,
A brown one for sure
It has a habit of slamming really loud,
Enough to reach a whole crowd
Yet it does not always shut with anger,
My sister hopped out of it and it lay silently with no stagger!
Yet it always screams when I exit it,
What have I done to deserve a door to yell out of it’s wit?
At me that is?
Ignore my silly rhymes
Jul 14 · 47
Disappointment
Oh, how could I let myself get so attached to a person whom has left my life entirely. Even though he is gone, I still search my window sill for any signs of him.
It is always the same disappointment.
None.
Sigh, I know it ***** I just posted it because I have free will
Jun 29 · 85
Gone.
We heard the same thunderstorm
Although we lay in different dorms,
We felt the same warm
The of the same storm
Though only one mourned,
For the other adorned with a love so strong,
Which was torn
For the other decided he did not belong
Leaving one feeling wrong
For he was gone.
I know it *****

— The End —