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I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble,
And know that it's my fault.

The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within the vault.

I sit and watch her eyes cloud over,
And have to look away,

She stills calls me her sunshine,
But I blind her with the rain.
She still calls me her sunshine,
Dispite the weathers change.
find a girl that makes you question the existence of the "grey area" and that makes it hard for you to listen to any song without thinking of her;
find a girl that makes you question whether summer ever ended at all,
find one that makes you want to explore nature and learn about the ocean just so you can compare her to something almost as beautiful as her.
find a girl who turns giving up into giving you everything,
a girl that makes you imagine the very day you met her over and over again.
find a girl that will make you think twice about what you say, but won't ever chastise you for it.
just find her.
find her and swear to me you will never let her go because everyone else is looking for her too.
Isn't always the teenage dream
It's when people tell you that it's ok to be you
Well, unless of course, if you're a part of the LGBTQ
It's when you get the overflowing sense of libido
And most of the time you feel inferior
Your parents are wrong, you feel like you hate them
You talk to people you call friends
Even though sometimes you want nothing to do with them
You think you're in love with this boy
But really it's lust
You break the rules
You're breaking loose
Because remember the time you were 8
And wanted to be a teenager?
Well, this isn't what you expected
Isn't it?
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 Jun 2014 Andy KittySmasher
neko
I HEARD SOMEWHERE THAT THE LIFESPAN OF BUTTERFLIES IS ONLY A COUPLE OF MONTHS BUT IT'S BEEN ALMOST 7 AND I'M PRETTY SURE THE ONES RESIDING IN MY STOMACH ARE YET TO PASS THEIR STAGES OF YOUTH
A heart torn
Torn between two
Do I want him
Or do I want you

His hands on my hips
But your name rolls off my lips
Torn between love and passion
My heart slowly rips

In losing grip
But I force myself to hold on
I don't know why I can't except
You're already gone

He says he loves me
But that's not true
There's no love
Like the one I had for you

He seen me smile
He seen me cry
All over a girl
And he doesn't understand why

From him I hide the truth
I wanted to make her my wife
Now she's gone and he's here
But I guess it's just the bisexual life
Don't be around me if I'm.

High

Sad

or tired


And if you're dying to see a disaster happen

Don't be around me when I'm high and sad...

...and it's late...


And if you really want me to fall apart

**Tell me you're in love with me.
Say it from your heart
but how can i live on when your fingertips are still on my heart and your voice resonates down to my toes and your smile lives in my eyes
every time my mind wanders it goes straight to you.
I’ve been writing letters lately.
      of words that I can’t say,
feelings I can’t show.
      of sorrow and pain
that burdened me inside,
caused by someone
who treat me like a trash,
yet I can’t afford to loose.
      of love I never had.
      of romance and moments,
that stays as my illusion.
      I’ve been writing letters,
      having only one person in mind.
recipient of all the feelings I have.
       reason behind those smiles,
and even behind those tears

I’ve been writing YOU letters
       about how beautiful your eyes are.
those mesmerizing stares and gazes
that never met mine
        those luscious lips
I’ve longed to kiss

I’ve been writing you letters
         you who doesn’t even know
                   that I exist.
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