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Your explanations -
Truthfully dishonest.

Your rationality -
Crazily sane.

My character -
Recklessly patient.

My feelings -
Despairingly hopeful.

Our love -
Simply complicated.
The core of your
true self is never
lost nor turned to
ashes and dust.
Believe in so
because it's a must
for you to trust in
the core of your self
and crawl out from
under that crustacean
shell you've been hiding
in as to protect you from
one's own hell* ~
I wrote a poem,
just so I could set it on fire.
I hope my words burn
in your soul
and set your mind a light.
Remember me,
when the embers go out.
Be
I don't know what I'm doing here.
See, my friend said it's a crime to be on hello poetry
And not to post an attempt at a rhyme.
But that's the best I've got
Because I'm content to sit and just read
To sit and just be.
For Auts
A moment only happens once.
You don't know the value of that moment till it's gone.
Maybe a day later, maybe a year, maybe one second later.
But the moment is gone, never to be repeated.

The value of a moment is worth more than the value of a dollar.
A conversation more valuable than a pay check.
Life is not measured by a number with a dollar sign in front of it.

Life is measured in moments.
Love the moment.
I wish that I could reverse the clock,
And freeze time.
So I'd never have to say goodbye to you.
I'm intrigued by eyes.
They are so common, yet so unique.
Colors that shimmer in a way exclusive to their owner.

Eyes tell you more about a person than words.
It's as if a story is written in your eyes.
You just need to take the time to read it.

Maybe that's why some people are afraid of eye contact.
And maybe I'm just waiting for someone to read my story.
I yearn for the comfort of familiarity.
I miss the way it felt, to sit next to you and laugh.
I hear the things you say about her and I can't help but wish that was me.
I wish I could say I was happy for you.
I'm surrounded by people, but feel all alone.
I wish you were here to remind me of who I am.
Why does love always have to be so romantic?
Why can't we tell someone we love them, without the fear of it "coming out the wrong way."
So I'll just say it:

I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with the way you make me feel welcome.
I'm in love with the passion you have for beautiful things.
I'm in love with your gentle spirit.
I'm in love with the way you make me want to be a better person.

I've found someone I need in my life. Now I just wish I could do the same for them.
like legit, this kinda sounds creepy, but ***** it. Love isn't always romantic.
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