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And within the seconds that you broke my heart
You went from being my lazy Sunday's and late nights
To the stranger I merely pass in a parking lot without a second glance

It was as if we never existed
And the only evidence I had of you were the memories that plagued my mind for the years that followed
Next to the ocean waves, the sandy beach blanketed in a sky of a million stars.
By the breeze and the salt and the tall dunes in which young lovers always hide.
Close to magical starfish, obnoxious seagulls and a light house that was my hope on rainy days.

No matter how far I run away, I feel them pulling on the strings they attached to my heart when I first stumbled upon this earth. This was the moon I was born under and it reminds me always when I'm alone in my bed wondering where it all went wrong.
I'm not sure how to put into words the perfection that was that night
That we walked along the midnight waves,
Looking for turtles who never appeared
Lit by the millions of stars that painted the South American sky
It reminded me of photographs that seemed so perfect you had to believe it was fake
We slowly walked closer and closer
My shoulder began brushing yours
My hand would touch yours and each time, my stomach turned
You never saw that I was dying for you to grab my waist and pull me in
Close enough to taste the salt on your lips and the rawness of your eyes
To linger in each other's hearbeats while I studied your body close to mine
We discussed poetry, books and all the things that terrified us
I think I saw you watching me while I watched the stars
And I told you things I never told anyone
My soul never felt so connected to another's
My body instantly gravitated towards you like you were meant for me in some form

I'm not sure if you loved me or not
But I believe in that moment I was someone you could've loved
And that is good enough for me
Poems are never about the obvious
They're about the untold stories
Secret lovers
And ghosts that linger far too long

Poems are like their writers
Normal on the outside
But intoxicatingly complicated on the inside
If you want to **** an artist

Give them small talk
 Jan 2015 Andrew
Grace Pickard
By Simon & Garfunkel**

I’d rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes, I would
If I could
I surely would

I’d rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes, I would
If I only could
I surely would

Away, I’d rather sail away
Like a swan that’s here and gone
A man gets ******* to the ground
He gives the world its saddest sound
Its saddest sound

I’d rather be a forest than a street
Yes, I would
If I could
I surely would

I’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes, I would
If I only could
I surely would
These lyrics feel so pure with loving intent- I felt the need to share them with everyone. Their intentions are clear and meaningful. The beauty of the longing yet "content-ness" pulls at the strings of my soul and makes me feel grounded. Hoping someone appreciates this for what it is in the perceptions.
 Jun 2014 Andrew
Forgotten Heart
i really
can't get over
your memories
after so many struggles
when i decide to
**** your memories
from my mind
you suddenly
make a
wonderful move
that once again
i'm falling
in love with you
nothing can be done with this
 Jun 2014 Andrew
Forgotten Heart
every moment
my heart
beats
with the
rhythm
of
"you
are
mine
forever"
missing you in many ways
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