There's a mountain climber
Enjoying the breeze
As he takes a deep breath
On a peak among the trees
There's a tired girl
Relaxing in a shady spot
Trying to decide
Whether to take a nap or not
There's a teenager
With music in his ears
He's losing himself in the beat
And forgetting all his fears
There's a distance runner
Picking up his slack
And he feels a sense of pride
Because he's finishing at the head of the pack
There's a student
Who has just finished a test
And she's letting out a sigh of relief
Now she can get some rest
There's a group of kids
Who are trying to leave the heat
And as they jump into a pool
The cool water swallows them complete
There's a man coming off of work
His children hug him at the door
And in that cherished moment
He remembers what he's working for
But of all these simple pleasures
There's one that reigns supreme
Because there's a boy writing a poem
About the way love feels with the girl of his dreams.
You're the reason that I smile and I see you in all the simple pleasures of life. Your love is everywhere I look and it fills me to the brim! I love you so much Natalie!
i spent all of my time trying to figure out how to word him into a poem
i wanted to tell everyone how he smiled with his beautiful teeth, or how
when he laughed it made me the happiest.
i wanted to write about the way he said my name,
and how it just rolled off his tongue
i wanted to tell the world about the boy that
i loved so much, i wanted to write a poem
of him but i realized that
i couldn't write him because
he was already written, and he was the poem
that i'd always wanted
You may be unreachable
Like an island across sea
But I’d make myself miserable
Just to make you happy
The scars on my body,
are my stories.
Mine only for me to know and tell.
I have one visible to you,
the one you struck upon my heart.
Its deep and ragged.
It’s fresh and ******.
It finally scabs over.
I pick at it once again,
wanting you to see my heart.
Waiting for you to fix me.
But as you told me,
You can’t fix something,
that’s been broken,
far to many times.
— The End —