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A Duvall Mar 2014
baby when i see your eyes
and theyre gold and look like spring
baby when i see your eyes
and theyre smiling at me
baby you are beautiful
so much that i cant speak
i cant even find the words to tell you
how breathless your glances leave me
i have a deep need
to tell you what you mean to me
baby you're my spring.
A Duvall Mar 2014
About every third sentence I say to you I regret.
There are little words with harsher truths
than I ever should let you hear from me
Because I aim to be the home you run to
When your tender emotions are burning you alive like acid
And whenever your thoughts feel like a trap.
you are my angel. You are where my heart lives.
I die a little everytime I hurt you with my words.
A Duvall Mar 2014
Love cant cure depression,
though god knows ive tried.
ive searched everyplace for cures
i would even rip out my breaking heart and die,
if it could brighten your unhappy soul-less eyes.
It hurts so much that theres no stopping your pain,
But you will never see me cry-
I feel so selfish everytime I try.
You are tortured by the tides of your own emotions,
Ripped apart by your turbulent mind.
Everyone asks me if youre ok
but i just strain to hear the words you say.
im so self destructively in love with you.
As you teach me depression
theres nothing I can do
but stay and ache
and try my best to fix you.
A Duvall Feb 2014
The silence says it perfectly-
it communicates so accurately.
With our bodies
moving softly in the dark
to protect this simple nothingness.
In our shared silence,
everything feels said.
Words would devastate this moment.
Words would ***** it all, jumble up our meanings.
My mouth is too unholy for all the beautiful things i want to tell you.
This moment feels eternal, intimate and sweet
Do you feel like everything that needed to be said
is being said perfectly
by just the locking of our eyes?
The slight brush of skin on skin
which is all i can sense,
is so satisfying.
In the darkness all i can see is the outline of your lips
and i've discovered they're all i need to live.

This is why silence is sacred
but to you is this darkness only empty
is your mind screaming inside you?
I hope you're like me and you feel comfort
from the feeling that you don't exist in the dark.
Do you feel better when you cant see your arms?
Does the silence save you from your worries,
does it soothe your regrets?
I hope this perfect silence is shared,
instead of being an annoying emptiness
to your usually overwhelmed ears.
im so upset i had almost finished this poem and it was way better than any that ive done in a long time and the power went out and deleted it. this is just trying to be like the other one. D :
A Duvall Feb 2014
i want to cuddle and kiss you,
to love and misuse you
i want to breathe in your breaths
i want to kiss you until i've got nothing left
i want to love you so hard
i want to be warm in your arms
i want you
but you dont know
because i dont know
if you want me too
A Duvall Jan 2014
sometimes
-more times than it used to be
it feels like when you say goodnight
is an escape you use
to rip yourself away from me
but without causing any damage
because goodnight is sacred.
its sweet, its i love you.
its have a safe night.
sleep as much as you can
because sleep is nice and beautiful
and so are you.
goodnight
shouldnt make me feel so sad
its because you're leaving
and im not done
its because the minutes between your responses
are longer than they used to be
and the responses are shorter than they used to be
your one word is so small
and so not enough
i want more from you
do i want too much?
mabye you dont have enough to give.
do i always ask too much?
mabye you're just trying to live.
tell me the truth
in more than one word.
tell me the truth.
id hoped youd thought more of me
than to just pass by with an "im fine"
A Duvall Dec 2013
love is
when the girl
gets down on her knees
and she smiles as she ties his shoes
because she knows that kind of care is something hes new to.
and when he sways back and forth in the cold
because its December and they've been kissing good bye
for at least 4 whole minutes.
what is love?
maybe its when i don't feel all that whole
if you aren't wrapped up in my arms.
maybe its when i break through my anxieties
just to stop your stress
because i think it may be killing you
your hair is turning white.
i need to help you
and i need to show you
that i do love you.
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