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Aug 2020 · 62
Missing You
Martina Aug 2020
I miss you deeply, bone achingly, so acutely though I never really knew you.
In the last two years I scarcely thought of you, and as I made myself forget, I told myself I had simply lost contact. That's all it was.
But when I was reminded, forcefully of your existence, when forgetting in the moment was no longer an option, when I was reminded of your thoughts, you feelings, your ambitions in the word: I realized that although I never really knew you, though all my recollections of you are but snatched sentences and brief smiles in a hallways, in the bright sunlight or in the constant pattering of light rain, all of the fragments, each one of our interactions are etched with glances into my heart.
All the hurt is gone, all the pain has left, and all I have now are fading memories of insignificantly monumental times.
Oct 2018 · 216
I wish
Martina Oct 2018
I wish,
and I wish.
Over and over
for company,
for love,
for skill,
for strength.
I wish to shorten distances
to take away your pain.
And as time moves on,
I 'll wish and wish again.
Oct 2018 · 273
Far Away
Martina Oct 2018
You're far away.

Or maybe I am
talking is hard
because we can't find the time
but I want you to stay
a parto fo my life.

We'll do out best
to stay as close friends
we'll try our hardest
to fight the distance
to suvive this.

And when we do
we'll know blessings exist
and that our connestion
and love
will pesist.
Oct 2018 · 136
Cosy
Martina Oct 2018
The rain taps,
the cup steams,
the candle flickers,
im in a daydream.
The pages turn,
the cat stretches,
the wind howls,
my pencil sketches.
The light leaves,
and night comes,
the heat of my blanket
my sleep becomes.
Oct 2018 · 666
Ode to Tea
Martina Oct 2018
light brown liquid
steaming hot,
brings me joy
wakes me up.
delightful brew
staming in my cup
warms up my heart
and cheers me up.
Heavenly drink
that starts up my day
and latter assures me
that everything's okay.
Oct 2018 · 161
It's Funny
Martina Oct 2018
it's funny
how the world turns
and people live
and lives change.
it's funny
how I can see you
and you can see me
but I cant know
what you think.
it's funny
how I feel safe
in yor presence
even if you're not there.

— The End —