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Rose Cliff Mar 2019
The soft drumming of rain
The soft glow of the lights
Why can I feel pain
Why can’t I get through the nights

The soft whisper of the wind
The lights are now out
Why can’t I ever win
Why can no one hear me shout

The soft hum of distant cars
The darkness comes alive
How do I go so far
That I can longer see any light
Rose Cliff Feb 2019
I know there are things I haven’t known
I know there are pleasures unexplored
Feelings in excess unexpressed
I know there are desires hidden I this chest

And then there’s you
You know the things of this life
You make me precariously careless
U set me on fire, I’m burning with interest

But its not just the knowing of knowing
There’s something about you
Your words make me a mess yet caress  
The way you look at me makes my morals less

I know we’re falling in deeper
I know that there’s no turning back
I’m still convalescent from the present
Our past and future I’ll come to resent

We know that it’s now inevitable
Since that first step we’ve been running
Since that first attraction, first reaction
We’ve been each other’s distraction
distraction

I know what we are, our intentions
I know you don’t want a relationship
I know we are only ephemeral not perpetual
I know that what we have is only ******

But…

I know that I’m plummeting
Into feeling and affection for you
Not matter how much I lie and deny
I know for you I would lay down my life.
Rose Cliff Feb 2019
A bird flies into a window it can’t see
Until it hits the glass it doesn’t realize its not free
That it can’t be who it wants to be
That it can’t sing its melody

Now its broken, its shattered
Now nothing mattered
How can lives so simply just shatter
How can it be, the spider web fracture

Once and twice three times now
The rule of three follows me around
If I scream will it make a sound
Does anyone notice I'm going down

Like a bird needs to fly
Like a widow needs to cry
Is how I need to say good bye,
to cut off all my ties

A bird flies into a window it can’t see
Until it hits the glass it doesn’t realise its not free
That it can’t be who it wants to be
That it can’t sing its melody

Like a bird I am confined
Nothing not even my thoughts are mine
In here there is no such thing as time
I am slowly losing my mind
Rose Cliff Feb 2019
Why does one
Look at shattered glass
And assume
It failed to last

Rather
Wasn’t it failed by us
To be looked after
And loved
Rose Cliff Feb 2019
It’s hard to imagine that by being yourself
You could save someone’s life
You don’t have to imagine
Because you’ve done it so many times
I know now you can’t understand
But when your older I will take your hand
Look you in the eyes
And tell you because of you
I am alive
Rose Cliff Feb 2019
Oh what I would give
To be oblivious and innocent
Oh what I would give
To undo the things I did
Oh what I would give
To go back to being a little kid
Rose Cliff Feb 2019
What is this tree
It is out in the open
But is it free
Is it hoping
To breathe
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