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It's four o'clock in the morning
My lips are frozen
And the words that I've chosen
Haven't led me there; entirely yet. . .
And all the T.V. shows
Have all gone cold
With static, cold
static.
And I can't hear the breeze
Outside my window
Anymore.

I kissed you in the *dark

My love did it or did it not mean a thing?

The weeds that grow in between the
times
All around the many states of religion and regain.

Confusion*, that's what I call it.
Believe nothing that the night will tell
You, you, you can only feel your way around the unknown things well
Enough. . .

Kiss me goodnight.
I'll lie awake in sweet nightmares delight.

(Your name here)
(It's alright)
Why? Don't ask. . .
Why. Don't you ask. . .
 Dec 2012 Andrea Lopez
Amelie
Baby, have you ever thought
Of the moment when we meet again ?
Maybe you'll enjoy my company, maybe not,
At least in my heart there'll be no rain.
It may be on a stormy Sunday,
Another love at first sight, like a lightning strike,
Or it might be in the pretty month of May,
Under the sun, a field full of flowers, riding bikes.
I don't know what will happen
The day we meet again,
I only know I'll be speechless, breathless, frozen,
I'll hem and haw, like when I was ten.
Can't know if it's been through your mind,
Have you ever thought about that ?
I can picture the moment a thousand times
I can feel it in my heart.
Look, I'm not saying it will be magical
'Cause we're humans ; humans make mistakes,
At worst I'll drown you in alcohol,
So you don't remember me when you awake.
Hey I know I haven't been the perfect girlfriend,
Took me 6 months to realise.
But I don't want our story to end,
I'll work it out.
I swear I won't try anything,
Holding my love back is what I do best
But if I may promise something :
If you tempt me, I'll do the rest.
Who said I wanted another chance ?
I never even dare to think about it,
All I can do is ask for a dance
And see you smile with your eyes lit.
Just seeing you.
Oh, my. That moment. Can't imagine it.
Just seeing your face after all I've been through.
That's my reward for all the time I've waited.

I am not expecting anything from you.
I'm just like, hey, long time no see.
I know the subject of "us" is taboo,
I just wanna make sure you're happy.
SometImes I wonder
if you ever knew, exactly how happy I waS,
WiTh you

SometImes I wonder
couLd you ever see, the joy in my eyes
When you were with me

Sometimes I wonder
if you can recaLl, the days when Summer
Turned into FaLl

SOmetimes I wonder
if I'm still your muse, or if you'd sing for me
The way you'Ve used to

SomEtimes I wonder
what the hell happened, now to You I am
Only a has-been

Sometimes I wOnder
if you still think of me when you walk past that
StUmp in the cemetery
Soon I shall say my goodbye
Not because I love you less, my dear
But because I love you more each day
A fact I could not comprehend.

You are a total stranger to me
Yet I long to belong to you
Curl in your arms when I am cold
Draw strength from you when I have fears.

With you I want to be a kid once more
Listen to stories that made you who you are today
As I will lovingly look at them in your eyes
Yes, with you I will be a kid once more.

But soon, I shall say my sad goodbye
Before loving you has become too much to bear
Before I will be misunderstood and become spiteful
Yes, very soon, I must have the courage to say goodbye.


March 21, 2011

© 2011 emilou (All rights reserved)
 Dec 2012 Andrea Lopez
Sparrow
I was once too young for exhausted sleep
So I tiptoed to the window for a peek of excited light
Flickering in the solid wall of insufferable darkness
I wanted to hold that tiny pinprick of moonshine
Twinkling and twirling just our of reach

I was once too young to know what forever was
So I grabbed a mason jar,
Coaxed a bemused spark to the secrecy of a sleepless room
And sealed the lid just a twist too tight

In the morning I found my once glowing prize
Dark at the bottom of his suffocated tomb
And in that moment I learned to fear the darkness
Of tomorrow’s dreaded night
mothers and fathers, without their child.
siblings, without their brothers and sisters.
the young and the innocent, killed in an act of anger and hatred
by a man who didn't even know their first name.
26 families with presents under a tree, never to be opened.
futures and potential, never to be fulfilled.
promises, regrets, last-words and mistakes.
these are the things that 26 families will be remembering this holiday season.
A time for joy and celebration, only a reminder
of the deepening hole in their hearts.
praying for all those effected by the Newtown massacre.. my heart goes out to you and your families. I can't imagine not having my little sister come home from school one day.. it's heartbreaking. rest in peace
 Dec 2012 Andrea Lopez
August
Sometimes,
I feel the urge
To fall in love again.
Then, I think,
better not.
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
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