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Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
Her smile is like a summer's day
a taste of tepid waters and warm embrace
she is like a rose with petals shaped like the moon
not to wallow in fumes of switched on heaters
but to spread the fresh aroma of a summer's day.

She is like a summer's day,
but winter comes too soon.

A summer's day where the grass is green
the bees buzz and the things seen
will be indelible from the memory.
Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
I just want to keep you safe in my arms
I can't seem to carry the weight of both of us
and I have been trying to keep my brain happy
but that ****'s broken,
that ****'s broken.

I been meaning to tell you I'm crying,
I just can't seem to make it all go away
and I know it's hard to admit it but this heart's open,
but that ****'s broken
that ****'s broken.

I been trying to live up to your expectations,
the way you make me feel like a tsunami is approaching,
and I'm watching TV hoping my dreams were made like movies,
but that ****'s broken
that ****'s broken.

I stay awake in the night, saying goodbye to my dreams,
and it seems that you don't even notice, but hey-
I'm making the effort for the both of us and this relationship is hurting
So please don't tell me;
that that ****'s broken,
Because I'm hurting
and I'm broken,
but I'm still going,
I'm still going.

I am the work in progress you're dreaming of,
I am the wounded soldier you're leaning on
And
I am the one who will love you into the afterlife
So tonight...
Can you give me your time and just smile
Because it keeps me going
the light behind each whitened teeth is enough of a drug,
and I've been ****** up and broken long before you,
So smile, smile, smile
And don't tell me we are broken,
Because I'm still going...
I'm still going...

And this love of ours will be a story to tell our kids,
About the kiss that completes the afternoon
and the spoon we shared on New Year's Eve.
So don't tell me this love is broken
Because I'm still going
I'm still going.
You...make me want to keep going.
Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
I am a moth chasing a flame,
you're burning me every second-
but there's no second guessing
that I am drawn to you.
I am a moth chasing a flame,
I might crumble to ash and dust,
to nothing but charred remains,
yet I still won't ever change.
I am a moth chasing a flame,
like a desert chasing the rain,
like a cloud chasing a plane,
like a needle chasing a vein.

I am a moth chasing a flame.
Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
You were once just a child as well, with eyes bright blue,
who knew nothing of right or wrong, the starlight's song-
comforted you from the wrong your father committed,
the childhood hurt grew every minute and the pictures
you've taken shows a father and child but not a father figure,
the flicker of a flash could show a mother or a father,
some in the name of scripture and some in the name of tradition.
but canes and whips in the name of discipline
did not transform kids to men; only bruises to hatred.
It is a generational hatred,
and it is time to stop tradition,
it is time to stop physical abuse against children,
because once upon a time- you were once just a child as well.

*Hatred breeds more hatred.
Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
Do you ever wonder if stars are lovers wishes,
the thousands and millions of wishes to be together forever,
and a city without stars is a city of lovers that have never seen a day apart.
What if stars are a painting of the different pathways,
two lovers could take?

What if the late night thinking and the dazzling stars,
are telling me that you and I are a mistake?
But what if they're telling me that you were made for me,
the same way stars are made for each other to form constellations?
Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
You've made me turn to tales of make believe;
I'm begging you to leave my mind
because in the night I'm thinking of you
and in the day I'm dreaming of you.
So please,
Just leave,
I don't need another fairy tale...
Not right now...
Not right now...
Gregory Dun Aer Feb 2017
The whispers are fading,
the battles we are fighting,
it feels like time is wasted
and now it's a struggle just to breathe.

The faint sounds of a heartbeat,
but the cries seem to get louder;
and the love flowing in our bloodstream,
it feels like it's wasted,
it feels like it's wasted.

You used to hold me in your arms,
but now you just shout your curses,
and the time we spend apart;
just seems to only get longer
just seems to only get longer.

I'm invisible when you don't need me,
I spend my time making myself feel seen,
just hoping that you'd finally see me,
**but I guess I'm fading,
I guess this is fading.
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