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They said we can't be together  
     because our stars don't align
They said our temperaments simply
     can't be put together
They said you're a constellation and
     I am nothing but a comet passing
          by

You said we'd show them that our
     stars do align
You said we'd show them that we
     can manage
You said we'd show them that I am
     not a comet but a meteor shower

But you lied

And that's when I realized

I was indeed your meteor shower
Keeping you happy for a while
But you left when you were no
     longer mesmerized
You left when your eyes fell on the
     Northern Lights

You love with your eyes
And I die a little every day knowing
     that you never loved me with
          your heart
I'm still surprised sometimes
By how alone I can still feel
Even when I'm surrounded by people who care
I catch myself wearing a fake smile around
So no one knows the face hidden beneath the mask
And that is why I'm alone
Because no one really knows what's going on
Even when I try to explain
I never feel satisfied that I succeeded
Sometimes
It's just me and my poetry
 Apr 2016 Abdallah Sadiq
Ana S
Depression watches me.
Waiting for the ****.
Depression tugs me under the waves.
Under the waves of the grey sea.

Depression holds on tight.
Wraps its arms around me.
It wispers in my ears.
Rocks me to sleep every night.

Depression is listening when I cry.
It drys the tears from my cheeks.
It encourages me to sleep.
It tells me when I should die.

Depression stares as I fall over the edge.
Depression talks in my ear.
Says sorry my dear.
I pushed you off the ledge.

And now depression made me dead.
Depression has made me someone I'm not.
 Apr 2016 Abdallah Sadiq
cgembry
Darkness swirls in blackened night
That might have left me without light
Yet with me are fireflies
That gift sight for my eyes

Like a waltz they sway my lovely vision enhancers
Not to mention they are amazing dancers
 Apr 2016 Abdallah Sadiq
Adele
Words slither from their mouth 
The sound ripples
in her ears like the drops
of water from a lonesome cave
She decided to build a wall
and hear no more echoes

In silence,
the heart pitter- patter's
the lungs pounding... in and out
wanting to tell that she's alive,
telling her in a mute
'don't let your gutsy soul fly'

In silence, 
there's too much noise

so she just decided to break the walls down as she rose from solitude.
She can still hear it, but she doesn't mind. Her gutsy soul is with her all this time ;)
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