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Pappo Jul 2015
Throbbing
Aching
Itching
My tongue can't help it
Keep touching it
oh gum stitches!
tooth surgery ....ohhh
Pappo Jul 2015
At any rate my heart is ready for any joke,
I've been a joke all my life
It's been a funny ride
But I guess hearts get tired.
Pappo Jul 2015
Tell me butterfly with a broken wing
does it hurt?
I bet it hurts like crazy
'cause you don't wanna move.
'Happened to me once.
So just stay still
it may lessen the pain
I wonder who did this to you
or what happened.
It doesn't matter,
I perfectly understand
but here in my hands
I can't let you stay
I have to let you go
butterfly with a broken wing.
I want to keep you forever
because you are lovely
and I do not see you as broken at all
but I know I can't
you might die here and leave me
feeling guilty and lonely.
You don't belong
in this tight space with me
'cause you were meant to fly
you lovely white butterfly
I can never call you mine.
So I'm doing you a favor
granting your very wish
I dont know if you will survive,
if you will or not
I did what is right.
'Cause you should be there in the field
among the flowers
that's the way things should be
it's best for you
and better for me.
Don't forget me
goodbye butterfly with a broken wing,
I pray you heal.
Pappo Jul 2015
Will surrender to this feeling
and see where it takes me,
bracing my heart
for this ride,
all set
now.
Pappo Jul 2015
I talk of love
and you talk of sadness
maybe I'm really
a bad listener.

I wish I can
really reach down
into the depths
where you are.

I feel like I have
to go a thousand miles
deep down where
you buried your heart.

I didn't even know
if I would stand a chance.
I hate uncertainty.
I hate me for wanting you still.
Pappo Jul 2015
Every moment,
Every second,
Every minute,
Every morning,
All the feelings,
It was real.

I was alive again,
I find myself dreaming,
which is a wonder.

I have to steady
my silly silly heart
for wanting too much.
Whatever comes next I would understand. I love bringing miseries to myself- of wanting things I cannot have. A silly heart just cannot learn...Now, I just have to tell it... it won't be fair to want you too much...How can you be so **** perfect like I used to dream...sigh
Pappo Jul 2015
Butternut squash roasting,
the fresh garden scent
after the rain,
Cold wind on my face,
I drift for a moment...
Wonder where you are...
what you're doing...
what's your world like...
If you think of me too...
but I can only wonder
and that's how I make
memories of you.
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