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Please stop playing games
isn't my heart bruised enough?
have I not bled rivers
for you to bathe in?

“I am not a toy”
and when you twist the knife
I feel it

I need peace
and your song
keeps me swimming
to the deep end of despair

Please stop laughing
once you've made me cry
these tears taste like oceans
and I am more than ready
to drown in them
Your lips are where I'd spend an eternity
tasting them like wine
again and again
until I fall and stumble, drunken

but they are only a beginning,
a place of origin and discovery
but my journey
doesn't end there, no...

I have too many miles
to travel and I
will not rest until I have
tasted every inch of flesh

though I might linger
for a moment,  between
heaven and your thighs
Love me like a sunset
hold me for a season, and then let me go
love me in this moment
love me in the now, but with no regrets

love is a chance, that some hearts never get
we hold it in our hands, but we haven't decided yet
are we in this for love, or are we just hedging our bets?

Well, the water's high,  but I'm feeling low
we're going under, and I need to know
am I weighing you down, a little too much?
I wrote this under my alt sixfeetunder.  It's a song, but it feels a bit unfinished. I'm sure I'll finish it eventually.
You're going to miss me when I'm gone
and the way our fingers
traced each lie on skin

I have a pocket full of regrets
and an empty heart
so where shall I begin?

your beauty left me wanting more
but you're the flower
I should've never picked

Some things are better off admired from afar,
causing thorns to lose their power, but your pain
made me a willing addict

I tried to pick up all your pieces
and assemble them
the best I could

but in the end, beneath the pressure, you crumbled
you were more fragile
than I truly understood
I'm sorry for ever falling in love
with you, Raygan. It was your downfall
and I have to live with myself knowing
that I should have left before we took
that plunge.
  Aug 2014 The Messiah Complex
bones
The world was at her feet the day
she knelt upon its promised ground

expectant, waiting for the meek's
inheritance to be passed round,

with patience and the dead she waited
wondering as years grew old

if her lifetime had been wasted
on the stories she'd been told.
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