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Austin Morrison Jan 2017
Finding a reason to live is harder than finding a needle in a hay field. You don't quite where to look but you know what you are looking for is out there. Your hands and knees will get ****** from searching, and at times you might feel like giving up. but when you finally see that this piece of metal shine you will get the most forgiving sense of relief. Like everything you have had to worry about is just gone. When I first saw you the sun reflected off your eyes and there was the most beautiful sparkle I have ever seen in my life. I found what was to be the smallest needle in the hay field we call earth. And all the pain and suffering I tried to cover up with cheap perfume and mindless lust was replaced with the smell of freshly bloomed roses and passion. You were the girl that gave me a reason to live, to love and to see how beautiful this world can be. You made me remember why I am alive.
This is my first write in over almost two years. I know it's bad but there is someone I love to much not to write about them.
Austin Morrison Feb 2015
A smile to make me blind
eyes to control my mind
You have a soul so pure and so kind.

You are the girl I never wanted to live without. But now the words I speak, you do not care about.

I see you holding someone else's arm, falling for his boyish charm. Watching puts my soul through harm.

A voice like an angel
Lips to cure my sadness
A touch to calm my madness

You are the...
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**** this poem, the words I am trying to say are unable to be spoken, being away from you has made me broken. I know I was the one who left, but what you did to my heart was theft.

You are a girl I don't want to live without, a girl I truly love I have no doubt. And there is one thing I can't stop thinking about. When you left my house that night and looked me in the eyes, you said I will always love you. This is the only thing I wish to undo.
Austin Morrison Feb 2015
You have the brightest halo, of all the devils. With eyes to rip me apart and hands to build me back up

You are stuck in between heaven in hell. You're sins engraved into my back, you're, compassion written on you're lips

Believing you have nowhere to go because my soul was the only place you called home.
Unfinished

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