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Misplaced Texan Jun 2015
A word that chills me to the bone.
I can't kiss you through the telephone.
It's hard to hear, and painful to think
She'd choose me over her cold drink.

Leave her smoke
Sell her car
I start to choke
But she's too far.

Four letters mean a lot
When it's more then just a thought.

I'd love to be here at the end of the day.
Don't use that word and I might... just...



Stay.
Misplaced Texan Jun 2015
Moving in a direction that I don't know.
Truth is, you reap what you sow.
Moving too fast, I can't help but shout.
Hoping for success but don't know the route.

Maybe I'll find the one I need.
Haha. Maybe not.
I don't need another mouth to feed.
****, that girl is hot.

I'll find her, or she'll find me.
Soon I'll become what I need to be.
What's in the way? There must be something.
A girl that really shouldn't mean nothing.
There's only one thing to be done.
I'll see you later, I gotta run.



Burn the bridge, cut the string. Walk away, don't say a thing.
Ramble on
Misplaced Texan May 2015
I build up bridges
They will soon crumble

I feed her small ego
Try to act like I'm humble

She sits down alone
crying on the floor

I'm too far gone
Headed for the door

She tells me I'm great
I start to believe

She's wasting her breath
I think I must leave

Her thoughts keep me up at night
**** it's already dawn

I must keep moving now
I'm already gone.
Ramble on
  May 2015 Misplaced Texan
AK Bright
She looks in the mirror
At the age on her face
"I wonder what he thinks
of me this way?"

She considers her weight
and the pores on her skin
She thinks out loud
"I don't deserve him."

She picks apart
the woman he loves
Separating her worth
from all that she does
              
He looks in her eyes
and caresses her face
He sees it glowing with love
and full of grace

 The lines on her face
  he views with pride
  Recounting the victories
  each time they've been tried

The weight that she carries
 is that of a mom
 Nothing's too heavy
 She just marches on

These bodies will perish
 and mirrors offer no truth
True love abides
 beyond the corridors of youth

  No, she doesn't deserve me
  Perhaps God can see
  Conceivably, one day
  I'll be as worthy as she
to the mother of my children. Happy Mother's Day!
Misplaced Texan May 2015
i say sorry often because i mess up a lot.
i mess up often because things aren't what i thought.
i'd like to think more so I say sorry less.
But i'm not too sure that would be best.
Misplaced Texan May 2015
ADelicateConveration.
APainfulTruth.
ThickTension.
Explosion.
I'm­Sorry.
Misplaced Texan May 2015
He holds her heart and she holds his.



Feelings are stupid.
It is what it is.
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