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 Jun 2019 SmokedMemories
Haley
my parents warned me about drugs on the street
but never the ones with the chocolate brown eyes and the broken heartbeat
this morning I woke up in a cold sweat
I guess I dreamt of you again
the image of your brown eyes
will forever cause me pain

the image of your tender laughter
like a forever lost, loved daughter
of a lover who was left alone
ugh
As I ride along in this car with you,
unwillingly,
I sip my water and silently wish it were something harder than the simple H2O.
O.K
Is it weird for me to say
That I still miss you
After all these days

Is it weird for me to say
That I still think about you
After all these days

Is it weird for me to say
That I still love you
After all these days

I wish I had you back
I wish you never left
I wish....
I wish....
I wish....
And it gets me no where
You keep being in my head
I can't get you out
Is it okay if I said that I still love you
Is it okay if I said that I still want you
Is it okay if I said that I didn't want you to leave
 Sep 2018 SmokedMemories
eileen
Never imagined
You would leave

Without a goodbye

I'm driving through the night

Talk to me
I know you wanted me to stay

What happened
to all the flowers I wanted to press

Where did you disappear

You've been distsnt,
drifting


We don't talk

I miss your messages
our afternoon conversations

If you ever come back

I'll wait

For you to come back
 Sep 2018 SmokedMemories
thomezzz
She said she was fine
but under her breath 
was a heaviness that he had never encountered before.

He said he didn't hurt anymore
but in his hands
he held the heart that used to fit in his chest.

She said she was happy again
but under her tongue
she kept the bitterness of before.

He said he still loved her
but in his eyes
was a darkness that she could never escape.

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What’s the point?
Tell me, please.
What’s the point?
Is to keep making poetry?
To avoid the crushing lack of notoriety I am doomed to have?
Maybe, I should just put down my pen,
and abandon any hopes of importance.

I could write an entire story right here, and you’d never know if you didn’t click continue reading,
so much is lost when you don’t continue reading.
My confidence.
The poem.
My mind.
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