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  May 2015 Lala
Audrey Maday
Soft flirtations,
And obvious innuendos,
Gentle murmurs of empty sweet-nothings.
The rising excitement,
Perhaps a bit of nausea,
To see you.
I know quite well,
What will happen when,
My plane touches down in your state.
An odd anticipation.
Lala May 2015
Lust Leaves him.

              Just walk away like the others.
Don't worry, it's never too late to Separate.
Maybe it's time, What's the date?

I know there's something hidden, something you're covering.

                                  But you'll not whisper your reasons why...


Why?

Because You desire to watch us all suffer.
The gentle enjoyment begins to grow.
You foster an apatite.
The greed explodes...

And you are left there fattened, engorged by  all the pleasures.
Lala May 2015
Tears are becoming difficult to gulp down...

They never stop.

Spilling, dripping and pouring from under my eyelids.

My cheeks become stained with black wobbly lines..

I feel a heaviness tightening in my chest.
                                     Like as if I'm being crushed.
All I see is pitch black...
I feel myself being swallowed.
My body aches all over...
                                            the darkness is digesting me....
How do I fight back?
                  They have me tied tightly to the point of suffocation.


...........Just let it....
Lala May 2015
From the start, I kept my heart
Defending myself from breathing in more lies.
My mind had already been tainted.
I thought my spoilt body could no longer trust....

Hold on..
wait..

There's a figure standing before me....

That's all it took, Just one look.
Passionate forgiving green eyes.
Longing to let me know...

Just take hold.
Lala Apr 2015
My exterior may express calmness
However my brain is analysing...
Each little moment I will dissect and focus on a problem.
What might that be?
Something that I just can't see ...
Not just yet.
But I will pin point....
There has to be something
not right, However I will find out
It cant be this easy..
  Mar 2015 Lala
John Edward Smallshaw
I built a blue glass from
the sand
and drank
the ocean dry.
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