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You weren't any more special
Than he ever let you be
And you never let me tell you
That you were special to me.
He fell from the sky
I wasn’t looking for anything but solitude
But he fell from the sky
And refused to let me out of his sight
He refused to let me cry my silent tears
Wrapping my misery in balloons
And letting his fingers fall away
Watching as they soared up high into oblivion someday
For him life wasn’t a word
But a song to be sung everyday
In new and everlasting ways
Plucking my heartstrings as he strummed his way
Into my broken and mangled life
Where nothing ever seemed to play
The right notes of the day
He ****** out all the bad dreams
And breathed in hope of a new life
Filled with things that may or may not happen
He taught me how to smile again
With my favourite dimple peeking out
When I screamed and ranted
About things beyond his control
He kissed me
And suddenly
If only for a moment
I felt like what I felt mattered
I felt like my poems were good
Really good
So good that may be someone else
Might want to read them one day
Someone else who doesn’t have someone like him
He fell from the sky
And taught me how to let everything go
Not for others
But for myself
He showed me what music looks like
He made me realize
That I do want forever
No matter how much I said I didn’t
He fell from the sky
And I don’t think I’ll ever be the same any more
For the person beyond special who made me realize what iris meant
I'm in a bad perspective
Selfish in my worldview
I apolpgize for judging everyone
I'm just as messed up as you.
I am the word on the tip of your tongue
But you just can't remember me
I am the eyelash caught in your eye
That you just can't seem to free

I am the whisper in your ear
That you just can't quite catch
I am the bulb you replaced in your fan
That never really matched

I am the carpet under your feet
That you trample unconsciously
I am the dream you have every night
But you never remember me.
My 300th poem, btw.
Grown-ups were supposed
To be good role models; then,
You realize they're not.
I liked to fancy
That I could throw you a look
And pierce your stone heart.
I ate too much food
America's a ninja
Suddenly you're full.
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