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  Jan 9 Vesper
Thirty Nine
The sky was weeping
And so am I
The leaves were falling apart
And so am I

The sunset was gone
And so were You
The flowers were rotting
And so were you
Inspired by my previous poem "White Roses"
  Jan 9 Vesper
Thirty Nine
He was a sculptor
She was his inspiration
Never a Human
Always his muse

So when she died
He tried to resurrect his muse
With clay

He couldn't sculpt her face
He couldn't remember
He had lost his muse
Vesper Jan 8
biana the *****
you broke my heart
even super glue wont help it this time
because now every day
every wish
11:11
is praying on your downfall
i know i shouldnt
but the buckets of tears i cried
say otherwise
if you felt this pain i felt
would you still look at me that same way?
Vesper Jan 6
The slurs flow like water
Whenever I try to get you help
They feel like fire
But you don't care
We're still friends
Again & Again
More words
More pain
But if I walk away will you still be ok?
Vesper Jan 6
You give me so much
You make me happy
But I get mad
So often
So ******* often
It feels cold
When you cry
Because all i want is More & More
Again & Again
Will I ever be happy with what I have?
  Jan 6 Vesper
Thirty Nine
Your flowers died last Monday
But I couldn't bear to throw them out
Sad and Looking down
Just like me
Wilted, Rotting and Brown
Just like you
Vesper Jan 6
liar
you said you loved me
liar
you said you would be there
liar
you said you would cheer me up
liar
you said you hated me
liar
you'll never leave me
liar
i'll teach you a lesson
liar
i hope you feel the pain i felt when the worlds collided and i was in between them
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