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Tupelo Oct 2015
You took me to the water’s bank,
Knowing ever so well my weakness
Tupelo Oct 2015
She is in love with the stars
All the unknowns, the expanse of the sky,
Tells me about the everything and nothingness,
Most times I don't really understand
Too infatuated with her eyes, wide and gleaming,
Twin Orions,

I try to explain to her my love affair with words
The everything and nothingness they hold
Recently her skies have been flooding my pages,
All the blacks and blues that hang high above
Staining my notebooks cover to cover
This study of celestial bodies
Tupelo Oct 2015
When it's all over,
As the faces fade,
When the hum of
fluorescents cease,
And the engines
sputter to a halt,
All that remains
are the oceans
Inside of us,
And the words
made in their wake
the only thing I've given my whole to, are the words of the pages and their timid lines.
Tupelo Oct 2015
There are so many reasons,
So many things I have to say,
All about the tender of your spine,
The way you breathe,
I love it when you whisper
to me all your wantings,
I will reply with the most
caring of skin
Tupelo Oct 2015
V
Fifth and final, All written to you,
The keeper of these words,
Whatever this becomes,
Know that it is simple,
Understand that this is good,
One day I hope you’ll look back
on the memories and laugh
Tupelo Oct 2015
You are the ink in my pen,
The words of these pages,
All the rhyme to my reasons,
You with the smile full and wide
like the country, or the backwood,
The inspiration behind all this,

I’ve carved kingdoms out of my heart,
A fortress in my chest,
Raised my flag in surrender,
Gave way to your love,
Rule as you wish,
I do not want to defend myself anymore
No need to fight this
Tupelo Oct 2015
III
These rainstorms stole my heart,
This feeling I’ve professed,
Let it ring out loud,
Forget the physicality of it all,
To know the difference,
Between the sound of another,
And the cries of your own
Such a sinful security,
What a way to love,
Ive fallen too **** hard,
and too **** fast,
To be thinking like this.
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