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Amanda Dec 2016
I'd a pluck a fair rose for my love
I'd a pluck a red rose blowin'
Love's in my heart, i'm tryin' so to prove
What your heart's knowin'

I'd a pluck a finger on a thorn
I'd a pluck a finger bleedin'
Red is my heart, wounded and forlorn
And your heart needin'

I'd a hold a finger to my tongue
I'd a hold a finger waitin'
My heart is sore, until it joins in song
With your heart matin'
Amanda Dec 2016
I am restless of what is left. An empty shell that was once so full. Being drained over time, with its contents close to empty. It seems as though punishment over shadows, for something that was never caused.

But why, for any reason, am i being treated thus. There are no explanations to such actions, or there lack off.

Frailty in promises, which seem to multiply over time. Yet, i linger, not wanting to give up. Its it foolishness or bravery? What governs me so to my actions? What is to become of me?
Amanda Dec 2016
I want to hold you tight tonight and not let you go,
Im afraid if i let you go, I'll miss you again,
I long for your arms to wrap around me,
Holding each other and forgetting the chaos around us as we kiss,
I miss that, but most of all i miss you.
But why do feel doom is approaching all the time.
Like it was the last time i got to hold you.
Amanda Dec 2016
For once i wish i could just hold you and forget this world.
I want to look into your eyes and tell you everything.
I long to hear your heart as i lean on your chest.
But i cant, because i dont know where you are, or how to reach you.
Time told me to wait, but i cant, i need to get on with this life of mine.
So i ask, come find me, use all your efforts to be here with me.
Dont give up on me, even when you think i have.
Im not sure how long i can bare it without you.
Amanda Dec 2016
Anxiety beckons upon my doubtful mind.
Prolonging these connections, strains the efforts made.
Thoughts flood over internally.
Questions continue to build corrupting my mind.
Sweeping away doubts is my ignorance of what i sense.
Another game i believe.
But yet i still hold on.
Though what do i hold on too?
Trapped inside, fighting my demons, I want to give up.
Its taking its toll on me.
Amanda Dec 2016
I have lost my heart even before i could give it to anyone,
Lost behind these tears that fall
Faded in empty promises and hopes
Abused and pushed beyond its capabilities
And all it wanted was lustful peace
All that is left is a cold empty bed
And a phantom feeling of someone who i will never hold again.
Amanda Dec 2016
Far from arms length, further in terms of time.
Restless nights multiply effortlessly.
Hope lingering past beyond points of doubt.
Chances abused, but an abundance equal to the piece's of my heart.
Determination upon a questionable creature.
But rather face this storm then regret it all.
I falter in pursuit, more so at night.
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