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The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Oh you silly boy
You tried to give me that bad boy crap
But I saw through your games
You may be riding tough
But your love is gentle
I reached for those loose curly wisps
My hands gotten lost in them
Oh you silly boy
You try and shield your eyes
But I know since you were a young boy you 've had to protect momma
But you were far too young for those older men
I see right through your act
I'm gonna knock your walls down and watch them crumble
I am yours and you are mine
No battles are fought alone
That 'ole worn out ball cap ain't fooling me, cowboy.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Boy
There's something about this boy
He makes my heart gallop
My breath jagged
My skin flush
I stare at him with heart shaped eyes
All I see is an aching, walking dream
He has waltzed away with my heart
It is dark now and the stars are out
He is lying next to me
I am writing with my eyes closed
I smell the dirt and sweat on him
He stares into my eyes intently
I bite my lip and twitch as his gaze
He kisses me the way every girl dreams
I grab him by the nape of his neck
And pull him in closer
His body heat making me glow
The moon blushing at our very shadows
He whispers about Love and Always
I feel someone nudging my shoulder
I jolt awake and realize it was another dream
He's not mine
His lips never came crashing down on me
He never looked well within my soul
But I must dream of us in a world of words.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Stop thinking of him.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Our song wasn't the kind that you hear on the radio
It didn't have words
There wasn't guitars or any kind of instruments
Our song comes on at midnight
He takes me by the hand
Out in his ranch
The crickets chirping
The leaves shaking
The wind laughing
The very dirt beneath our feet whispering
The moon cheering
Nature was our song
Our burning passion for one late in the night.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I just want you to be happy.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
The day my daddy died a new lover took his memory
Mommy kept inviting strange men in the house
They filled my lungs with poison
They marked my body with bruises
They cursed my very foundation
They came in and out
Changing the colors of Mommy's skin
Taking her in shackles into the bedroom
She hollered till her throat went dry
She kicked till her legs went numb
There was nothing she could do
Until one day
I walked into mommy's room
She was hanging from a rope
Glass bottles shattered on the ground
I left and took what was left of her
I am at her tombstone
Barely able to stand upright
I fall to the ground on my begging knees
Cursing my mom for leaving me
I stumble away
My vision all blurry
My words all slurry
I am now long gone
My new lover took my life
Beer.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
We talked about the future like we had a clue
You were my best friend and I was yours
We talked our souls out at 4 in the morning
Woke up the next day a little lighter
We were going on four years
But I guess fate has a different idea
Oh how I wish I knew what it was
I try to talk to you, but you shut me out
It was like an elastic band
She had long let go
I should've caught all the signs
I guess I should finally stop thinking of her
Maybe that's why I'm writing
Or I might just be keeping the memories alive
I miss you, but you no longer look at me
If I would've know this is how it would've ended
I still would've walked up to you four years ago
Every day spent with you was well worth it
Still worth the pain of missing you
Oh, goodbye my friend
Until I see you in my dreams.
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