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I dare you to find
the voice in my lies.

Three times
not so charming.

I tell you to lie
sheets
pillows
no need for blankets.

It's warm
yet icicles form.

Three breaths
no words.

Your back is to me
what my neck is to him.

Shy and unbroken
don't tell me how I feel.

I will tell you
how much I really miss you.
I could have been the one . . . . .

That your heart so longs to hold . . . . .

I could have been the one . . . . .

But I didn't fit the mold . . . . .

You wanted me to be perfect . . . . .

Which I really couldn't be . . . . .

I was just too busy . . . . .

Only being me . . . . .
 Dec 2012 Alice Kay
amt
And here I am again...
Been here so many times.
Why did I think you'd care?
Why did I think you'd pick me over her?

Is it because she's prettier?
Pretty...and shallow
No depth.

So yes,
Sure she's pretty.
So pretty, but so empty.
Inspired by Easy to Love by MJ. Love her writing!
 Dec 2012 Alice Kay
DG
even though I'm in a slump
I just want to tell you
it's not your fault

it's not your fault I came to you
it's not your fault you are heartbroken
it's not your fault you crushed me
 Dec 2012 Alice Kay
PoetWhoKnowIt
Do not tick off the
kindly clock that stops and tocks
to you in whispers
 Dec 2012 Alice Kay
PoetWhoKnowIt
She and He
sittin' in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g

Her and He
under'n' altar
m-a-r-r-i-e-d

He and She
here n' there
t-a-l-k-i-n-g

Her and She
over He
f-i-g-h-t-i-n-g

Her and He
holdin' She
c-r-y-i-n-g

She and He
sittin' in a tree
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
 Dec 2012 Alice Kay
Jowlough
Despite of your honest intentions
One will come up
and blow your dreams away.
Some will seek
all of your flaws.
gather them up in a jar,
and emphasizes it
until all seemed sour.
Despite of your humble beginnings,
one will find your bread and butter.
will treat it as no brained boast,
it will backfire to you
at all cost.
Despite of your dangerous acts,
that proved to be a game winner.
Despite of all your heroic antics,
that could have mattered.
They will not see the good in you.
Until you're six feet below.
until you are gone.
until everything is over.
when there's no reset button.
and all are messed up.
you cannot see what is in front of you
despite of your heart,
and your mind,
numb and faking
unstrung and broken
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