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She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.
To write like me
It's so easy
Just pick up your pen
And write down the ugly

Write about *****, and ****, and dog ****
Jot down things about hate, and shout out your spit
Make people cringe with your words, just like I
You'll make your friends hate you, and your family will cry

But if you want folks to like you, so your heart never melts
Then I'd suggest you try writing like somebody else
A man walks into a bar,
he's an alcoholic and
it's destroying his life.
The curtain descended on the show
at last the cast took a bow

There you were reaching for the stars
my heart you took in you hands that night

You reached for my hand so new
took my life into yours I knew

You told me life was a song
you kissed my breeze all day long

You were my life and love in a sweet melody
we danced into the night

One last time has come as we gather round
all those unforgotten days so lost

Fond memories brought moments of sob'
hurting my heart never to be.... I knew it the moment
again after years of disappointment

Don't go I cry, my eyes gone dry
a hint of goodbye just one more time


This crying for my love my life
I didnt mind the whirl
one last time my love we gather here..


You are and have been my perfect love....

Debbie
United in love.... .............
 May 2015 ghostsonpaper
Just Melz
we search for secrets
and lies because we
can't understand
the realities
in our
minds
To think and wish what ifs...

To look to the past for what might have beens...

To gaze upon what once was and what could have come to past.....

Leaves one's heart tender and aching

Until you realize, what is

Is good and true and joyous

In its own right.
i'm not at all a morning person, but,
could i be your morning person?
i could get up at seven on sundays and make your coffee.
and be up at 2am on wednesdays to hold you while you sleep.  
and,
at 4am,
when you feel like your worlds getting too small for all your thoughts,
i'll wake up,
and stay up,
so you can let your imagination over flow into mine just to stop it from spilling out onto the floor.
i'm not a morning person; not at all,
but, could i be your morning person?
its sort of messy? but i like it i think? feedback would be nice i suppose?
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