lexi - Hello Poetry

lexi Jun 2015

48 Hours

48 hours ago I was laying next to you
48 hours ago you were playing with my hair
48 hours ago you were kissing the top of my head
48 hours ago you rubbed my back and I silently wished that the sun would never rise and I'd never have to go back to my everyday routine
48 hours ago you told me that everything felt ok

So why is it that
1 hour ago I sent you a text that you read and never replied to

Jun 2015

J

Her

I looked at her the other day,
Stared at her beautiful face.
My mouth had nothing to say,
Knowing she could fill this empty space.
She was really kind,
Helpful to others,
Leaving no one behind,
Treating people like sisters and brothers.
Her amazing looks caught my eye
But her astounding personality caught my heart.
I'd never want to say goodbye,
Because this is just the start.

Just had nothing to do, literally.

#lol

lexi May 2015

Untitled

I used to text you everyday after school
I'd tell you about my day and you'd tell me about yours
No matter how far away you were, I could hold you in my arms
with only a few pixels
Now the same texts that got me through my day are the ones that make me want to end it
What happened to all the promises?
The promises of moving in together, of being each other's maids of honor, the promises of having our kids call us aunt, the promises of never ever letting the distance put between us change us
Everyone always warns you about long distance relationships and that young love never lasts

I just never thought that it applied to friends too

May 2015

Peter Cullen

The Fair.

We fell over each other,
a thousand stars fell from the sky.
On the road
to God knows,
we stumbled down the mountain side.

Although the glass was empty,
the bottle, it was always full.
We fought and danced with gypsies.
Sang songs with the Raging Bull.

Then we reached the shoreline.
Fires burning on the sand.
Mingled with the people,
took the air down by the strand.

The Fair, it starts tomorrow,
I wonder will she reappear.
She left the last time, with the morn,
hard to think it's been a year.

— The End —