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she whispers words I've read,
she sings them in my head,
she dangles truth and tells me lies,
and I dance for her after every time,

and we are okay,
because she says she's mine,
I sway,
she pines,
and we do this all the time,
she shakes me,
and I find her laugh can wake me,
just as every lie could break me,
and it's madness,
this sadness,
but she says it's
love,
but I don't know how to tell,
there are days I skim this hell,
and I wonder of another heaven,
where the sickness of your mind,
actually leaves you well,
this is my heaven,
it just happens to be mostly dark,
and only sometimes light.

but you make me feel
                                      
                                          BRIGHT.VISIBLE.WANTED.

I'VE NEVER BEEN WANTED.

*you call this love but I can't tell.
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
August
Alone, I am restricted to silence,
In your presence, I worship your voice,
I close my eyes,
to feel,
to decipher,
Every sound you make.
My lips touch yours, and the meaning of life is clear,
In a life of turbulence, we as one become an oasis of serenity,
You define me,
Through this my soul flourishes.
Without you, tranquility shall be disturbed,
A burden from this world is lifted off from my shoulders,
Replaced with my lover’s arms.
This is love as we know it.
Alone, I am restricted to silence,
In your presence, I worship you.



The love between us;
palpable.
Only lovers could grasp the depth,
Only we can feel the warmth.

The love between us;
perceptible.
You can hear the love in my words,
I can taste the love upon your lips.

The love between us;
ignites when we become one.
My friend Kazz doesn't think she is very talented. And she is too shy to do this on her own, so I thought that maybe you guys could tell me what you think of her work? I think it's lovely & I want to prove it to her.
He wore glasses,
and had brown eyes.
His smile was silly,
and his laugh was awkward.
He'd never had a girlfriend.
I'd never had a boyfriend.
He'd never kissed anyone.
Neither had I.
We'd never been in love before.
Slowly, his brown eyes,  so simple, became beautiful and precious to me.
His silly little smile made my heart feel so fuzzy, like it was pumping fluff through my veins.
His awkward laugh put a smile across my face, that was never seen by anyone else.
He made me laugh my awkward laugh.
He told me he loved me.
I realized I loved him too.
I was in love, but so unsure what it meant, what love was.
But now I knew.
Love is when you call me a night, telling me how much you love me.
Love is when we used to be best friends, and then suddenly, I looked at you, and everything changed.
Love is when I'm with you, and we're alone in a giant crowd.
Love is when just thinking about you gives me that smile.
Love is everything we are and everything we will be.
Love is being so young, but feeling such feeling you've never felt.
Love is when you first held my hand, and I blushed, is this how this works?
Love is a nervous and awkward first, second, third quick kiss, we can save everything else for marriage.
Love is a beautiful thing.
Love is you and me, and a starry night.
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Kasey
You want her skin to be like the light from stars shining miles away
In a sky you know nothing of
And her eyes to be gray like storm clouds.
You want her heart to be unexplored
So the map is yours to chart, the land yours to claim, and the life yours to take.
You want her harmony.
You want her voice to be the sounds of a hummingbirds wings,
Sweet like wine on a cool April night
And yet tender like the January wind.
You want the moon.
But the moon is not mine to give away.
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Robyn
Maybe it's the music I listen to
Or maybe it's the weather
But one thing that I know for sure
Is that is isn't getting any better

Maybe it's the way we parted
I chased a shadow and you ran like hell
But one thing that I know for sure
Is that I am not feeling well

Maybe it's the fight I had
My best friend's silent resentment, driven insane
But thing I know for sure
Is that this is much more than pain
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Holly W
I hate overly yellow bananas
and cilantro in my salad
I hate fleecy sweaters
and pony tails that are too tight
I hate when I can't sleep because I drank too much coffee
and when nobody tells me goodnight

I hate when you promise the sky because you can
and when you don't care
I hate when you yell
and my eyes start to burn
I hate when you're never around
and that you never were
I hate that you try and control me
but know nothing about me
I hate that I have never been a priority
and I know that I never will...
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