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  Aug 2017 Cloudy Heart
it's ok
there's circles written around my eyes
people see it as something for them to solve,
like a riddle they can't even read.
but the clearer they see, the less they like.

they tell me i'm too much too handle,
they leave when they tell me i snap too easy
they leave when they realize they can't play with my head
they leave when i don't change my ways

and all i have to say is
i live for myself, not you.
so their defensive minds deem it selfish
they leave
Cloudy Heart Aug 2017
I once was a wilted flower
with damaged roots
moving from *** to ***
but no one took the time to water me
put me in sunlight
feed me
or help me grow
I was damaged
my petals were ripped
my stem was browning
I was a lost cause
I lost hope of being a blooming flower.
One day, a beautiful man came along
he saw my damaged petals and browning stem
and said "don't worry, I'll make you bloom again"
He poured some fresh soil
put me in the light
gave me lots of water
and made sure I was alright
my roots started to sink into the soil
my damaged petals started to heal
I looked into the sunlight
and wondered if this was real
as I stand blooming in his window today
I thank him so much for planting me
and letting me know I'll be okay
-m.a.
Cloudy Heart Aug 2017
Your fingers tangled so gently in my hair
I don’t believe anything could ever compare
Your gentle breaths touching my cheek
That warmth makes me oh, so weak
Your warm skin on my cool skin
Where do I even begin?
The beauty that lies within your eyes
I can admire you for ages
-m.a.
Cloudy Heart Jul 2017
I traveled to a city where the buildings kissed the clouds and the streets were so loud I couldn't even think
but in the midst of all of the beautiful chaos I still managed to think of you
we weren't even talking at the time and I thought of you
I thought of how you'd admire the city with your excited eyes and squeeze my hand every time something caught your interest
I thought of how we'd walk the streets and parks for hours and just talk about every little thing
I thought of how we'd lie awake at 4am whispering sweet sleepy words
I thought of how I wished you were mine
I was in the middle of such a beautiful city
everything was so new to me
and all I wanted to do
was share it with you
-m.a
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  Jul 2017 Cloudy Heart
petrichories
your past isn't a suitcase; you need to stop carrying it with you everywhere you go.
and your future? regard it as hand luggage. don't forget that it is there but be sure to carry it lightly
now for your present. it's the suitcase, one you pack yourself and it is up to you what is in it. i would encourage you to prepare for the holiday of a lifetime though
i hate this title but honest to god can't think of anything else
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