By. Lauren

Darkness has engulfed the world.
Burning everything I called precious.
Making you cry.
Will it ever end?
The obis is killing me.
I miss the world we use to have.
The one not engulfed in darkness.
But instead shining with light.

By. Lauren

Are you okay?
I know we where never close,
But are you okay?
I see the marks on your arms.
I'm afraid you're not okay.
Will you let me get to know you?
Will you let me get close to you?
Will you be okay?
Please say yes.

By. Lauren

What's that?

By. Lauren

The feeling of pain.
The spinning of a room.
The collapsing of all that was once calm.
Pain engulfs the receiver
Causing a scream.
The transportation of doom through the once peaceful spinal cord.
Pain comes in many forms.
The tolerable,
The torture,
The needed,
And the long doomed killing.
Without pain some would not feel real.
With pain there's just want to be
Dead.

By. Lauren

I'm feeling kinda sad.
It's been years since I was in this place.
Yet today, you felt the need to entangle me in bed sheets
and clothes too big to be my own.

By. Lauren

3AM poetry has soft lips I do not get to kiss often, so when I do I want to kiss back.

By. Lauren

It's 3AM where are you?
It's 3AM I called you.
It's 3AM I still love you.
It's 3AM and I just got the call.
It's 3AM why'd you do this?
It's 3AM and you're still dead.
It's 3AM and I miss you.
It's 3 years later and I still cry at 3AM.