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I am breaking deep down
Though I never show it
I am breaking deep down
I'm happy but slowly dying
I tried my best to move on
But the memories stayed
I tried my best to move on
But my feelings still remains
I swear I am trying
To get you out of my heart
I swear I am trying
Not to let myself fall apart
Never been easy
 Jul 2018 Robin Lemmen
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somebody
 Jul 2018 Robin Lemmen
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somebody once told me
there's a fire in your eyes
he told me he liked the way
I turned without goodbyes

somebody once told me
you're more beautiful than the moon
& he kissed the craters of my thighs

somebody once told me
I'll love you until this world comes undone
but I had become familiar with the taste of lies on my tongue

somebody once told me
you walk on broken hearts
then he turned on his heel, headlights piercing the dark

somebody once told me
I don't miss you anymore
  re-appearing just to slam the door.


I never said goodbye
to the one who told me
he loved the fire in my eyes.
 Jul 2018 Robin Lemmen
Erika Joi
I want to wrap you in a blanket of stars,
kiss the moonstones behind your eyelids
and pray to the cosmos that you'd never leave my galaxies.

They say shooting stars aren't always real
but if so then why did my wishes come true?

My shooting star shot through the gleaming sky
and brought along you.

If not to say for certain, I feel this is true love.

L for laughing at the weird things you do.
O for opening up my eyes and realizing you're for me,
just like i'm for you too.
V for visualizing you in my mind, in my head for hours, 100 visions at a time.
Finally, E for the way I claim you as my everything.
 Jul 2018 Robin Lemmen
Bee
how lonely must one be
for the warm embrace
of tears flooding your eyes
       ...to be considered comfort now


x.
osamělost: the czech translation of the word ¨loneliness¨
Reading her,
I found torn out pages
in her book.
She burnt them,
From a past that never happened
To a love that never could.
She wanted to break her pen
But she continued writing just to see,
If anyone would ever love her...
Her never ending story.
To Mika...
 Jun 2018 Robin Lemmen
Bee
dear girl, do not tire your eyes
weeping over dead roses

for sunlight emanates
from your weathered skin

and it is simply a matter of time
    till your garden blossoms again


x.
no amount of tears poured over the soil
will revive dead roses

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