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I'm beginning to wonder if these butterflies will ever end.
If everytime I hear your name,
If everytime I see your face,
Or you cross my mind,
These butterflies will refuse to quit.
Nerves are a strange thing,
That sets admiration,
and the fear of losing you,
in my heart.
Each time I want to speak to you,
The words shy away,
Everytime I want to tease you,
or have the urge to mess with your hat,
The butterflies haunt me.
Why am i so shy in liking you?
 Nov 2016 Arcassin B
susan
lost love
 Nov 2016 Arcassin B
susan
i've lost the feeling
of love
i push my mind to the brink
willing it to remember
cradling it with memories
hoping my senses
will recall the familiarity
   of touch
     longing
         anticipation
but there is
   nothing
except i do feel
an ache
deep within
a void
   emptiness
not broken
but not fixed
unexplainable
so not missed
my mind says i haven't given up
but my body says
let it go.
sightless echo scolds
shakily, piously, chime
stampedes, lean arid
 Nov 2016 Arcassin B
cait-cait
Little blue boy-
don't sleep for me, i
am not
your
princess
decked in rhinestones
that come in
red and
pink,

so kiss your fist and
say goodbye, my
heels just aren't that heavy...

save me in
another
life.
what the **** ever, man. i have the emotional health of a cheese grater.
 Nov 2016 Arcassin B
Dana Colgan
Keeping up appearances,
Shutting the dark vibe down.
Keeping up appearances,
Putting on a crown.
Keeping up appearances,
Make a smile out of a frown.

Keeping up appearances,
But quietly you drown.
 Oct 2016 Arcassin B
Urmila
Hfjhkdh
 Oct 2016 Arcassin B
Urmila
Am I that see through?
Do you always know what's running in my mind?
Do I smile too much?
Do you think that's all there is;
Whatever meets the eye is all there could be?
Is that what I think?
Am I questioning you to question me?
Is the world spinning around or am I?
 Oct 2016 Arcassin B
collin
selfless
 Oct 2016 Arcassin B
collin
the last bit of salt
like skin on asphalt
cracked skull
broken rib
punctured lung
busted lip
but you're ok, right?
 Oct 2016 Arcassin B
Simpleton
He said he loved her with every ounce of his unworthy soul
His heart for all it was worth
Wrenched right out of his chest
And laid at the diamonds beneath her soles
He didn't know how to treat her the way she deserved
He put her on a pedestal
A platform he created with his words
He carved her love from the burning wax of his devotion
Watched her draw hearts in the condensation on the window
He longed to reach out and take her dreams
Arrange them in order
Then perhaps write in his own
She lived in the light of his affection
Her skin was tired of his touch
But it's okay, it's okay
It's cute and poetic
She's a flower he waters
His sun blinds her
Her heart is an animal
It knows not what it wants
Better to be trapped in its cage
That to flee his grasp
And long for another cage to hold it down
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