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It's been five moths since I've been alone
every moment I've been with my phone
God is not in my contacts not me
i made time for those i can see
and now as i separate
for a few moments
I pray that God
will speak in this silence
my heart aches for you while i wait
for you ive been wishing for a day or two just to
be with you and my heart smiles and my eyes
shine because ive been wishing for a day or two just to be
with you and i dont have to wish because you're
mine and i stopped wishing and stopped dreaming because my
dreams were all coming true i wanted to spend my life with you
always- and i still do and we're still spending and its not ending and i think you
love me too and you're still mine and your eyes shine as your heart smiles as it
entertwines with mine like these lines end betweeen the lines to express what i guess i'm
trying to say is i love you and you love me and i cant believe it but i finally believe that
im awake and one day youll wake up next to me and see- and you'll remember that day i said -i need a ring
every breath that comes is a sigh
i mean
when wrote it i thought it and then it dies
will a simple text my hope sinks lower than the floor
and i can't feel straight anymore
im scared out of my mind that this isn't returned
im worried silent that ill relive what I've learned
if i fall to the floor crying will you hear me?
but no, my instinct not to hurt you
by screaming at you that you have hurt me is my shackles
and i torture myself here as i listen to you and you are wordless
stuck, silent at the other end of the phone
while here i am thinking what if
what if she doesn't love me
i can't really breathe
im sorry for the pain this brings
forgive me
i kiss you
and with each drop of rain
our outlines melt away
and with each second passing
i realize it's lasting
i realize that we are melding
in a puddle at our feet
that each drop is colored rich
with hues of you and me
that between us there is nothing
that with each place, each time you touch me
your heart sings in soft notes that you love me
and mine screams that i need you
that i love you too
and i never want to lose you
become one in a moment
we own it, no one can ever take it
if there's a problem we'll fix it
forget the word ending
end that kind of thinking
end it
erase the word ending from your vocabulary
replace it with a glorious second reality
and magically
it will disappear
and our fear
the fear that we're not good enough for love
will melt away
into nothing
in the rain
P.s. one day
rhyme of own it/moment credit to Eminem for getting it stuck in my head.
kiss me like Saturday
give me butterflies baby
shocked out of shyness by a single kiss
yes, i expected it to be electric
but i never expected this
intense
we let our passions flow
from our lips and fingertips
our vision is blurry and we're losing our grip
on reality
we're loving blindly
with our eyes closed
and when they're open
when we catch our breath
when i am above you staring down into your eyes
and you are below me gazing into mine
even though it's been hours
it's still like that first moment
when you kiss me like Saturday
i get
butterflies baby

butterflies,
butterflies baby
i need you
i love you insanely
you give me
butterflies,
butterflies baby
when your breath
was against my skin
on my neck
my train of thought
became a train-wreck
derailed
like a spell
was put on me
i think i forgot to breathe
and my heartbeat
had forgotten me
and didn't care if
for a moment
i didn't think
clearly
he,
my heart that is
felt only bliss
not ignorance, no
but your kiss
what if
what if i was always wrong
if life
has always been a half sang song
a crescendo
with a gentle backbeat
the sound of a heartbeat
a gentle end
that slips softly into silence'
leaving only the remembrance
of the last three notes as they breathed their last
easily forgotten in the next ten seconds passed
going back to sleep on the paper forever
a whisper in the mind of a music reader


a conductor
moving to the rise and fall of my breath
what if
what if i was always right?
...
i was always right.

at the last moment
as i perform a masterpiece
i look past the crowd
and there stands the conductor
clapping
and i am gently napping
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