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 Sep 4 Kalliope
Grace
spring is hardly sure it loves the summer sun,
till the wind is warm and fruitful.
uncertainty amongst strangers
 Sep 4 Kalliope
Ciel Noir
;)
 Sep 4 Kalliope
Ciel Noir
;)
my heart was an open book
full of blank sections
and searching for meaning
I filled it with questions

I looked for connections
or some explanation
I looked for letters
and I found punctuation
 Sep 4 Kalliope
Phia
I wish for a love
As romantic
As the moon
A symbol of eternity, life, and love.
Don’t you dare cross the line
What line see here this line
I am warning you nicely
Crossing it isn’t fine

Don’t you take a step further
You are getting far too close
Any more movement this way
You’ll be treading on my toes

Don’t you take any more inches
That suddenly turn into miles
That makes me uncomfortable
My face has lost all its smiles

Don’t you breach the boundary
Or knock a hole in the wall
I built it up for a reason
It’s solid it won’t fall

Don’t you dare cross the line
The one I’ve drawn right here
If you stay on your side
I’ll have nothing to fear

Don’t you take a step further
Move back go on move back
Don’t you get any nearer
I feel like I’m under attack

Don’t you take any more inches
That I am unwilling to give
I will be always unhappy
And that is no way to live

Don’t you breach the boundary
The one I so carefully set
Keeping right back from the edge
I think is my safest bet

Oh dear you crossed the line
That movement was very slick
Well I’ll redraw the boundary
A well learned coping trick
So darling,
In the moments
You turn around
And catch me staring at you
Wide eyed,
Know that I’m drinking you up.
Carefully filing everything you do in my memory
So I can pull it out
On lonely walks in the park and down the street,
So I can think of you
On cold nights laying in bed.
Because it won’t last,
But I want to remember
Every second.
 Sep 3 Kalliope
nivek
the more of a mystery
living closer to the all
embodying truth
 Sep 3 Kalliope
Drab
I killed a spider just today.
He was walking by, as if to say
Here I am, I’m big and free.
The freedom’s gone.
What about me?
I left him there.
So he can see.
Me on the throne.
Of infinity.
09/03/24 - Just another day in the neighborhood I think I hit the head on a Morrisssssettism. You know, the spider died from insecticide? IRONIC -see Freudian Slip
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