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unnamed Mar 2018
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Too exhausted to feel anything...



----Numb
unnamed Mar 2017
So tell me
Is it possible to give love
And have it returned equally?
Is it possible to give him your soul
And have it returned whole?
Love.
Maybe this emotion is nothing
But a fictional feeling
The key to misery.
A lie,
Birthed from misleading childhood story lines.
Because I believe
There's never gold at the end of the rainbow
And a heart that's broken can't be sowed
There's no happily ever after
No perfect ending finishing the last chapter
No white picket fence or perfect family to show
Love doesn't exist
Just people here to use u as their personal
Ventriloquist...

Betrayal.
3/16/17
unnamed Feb 2017
Trying to capture your love is like trying to catch a single drop in the rain.

-impossible
unnamed Feb 2017
You know what's hard
Believing that love lasts forever
U know what's harder?
Grieving the loss of someone who is still alive...
We were supposed to be for all eternity
I was suppose to be your bride
For better or for worse, that's what you told me...
Maybe I'm a fool and naive
for thinking
That your heart was only to beat for me.
Because if it were really true
You wouldn't leave.
love isn't supposed to be a cage for pain
It's supposed to be a gift freely given and well received.
You were the fire that I needed desperately
to light the trail to a better world
You were my escape...


And as the minute pass
I have to watch the love we once lit together burn out...


ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
unnamed Jan 2017
Memories have become my best friend when I am missing you.
Waiting...
Daylight and nightfall have become the only clock of time when I am dreaming of you.
Wishing...
Out of what dream will you arise?
Arriving...
Back into the arms of my reality.
Finally...

Una mensis
C) 2016. Copyrighted 25 January 2017. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem.
unnamed Sep 2016
Two pink lines, we knew it was true
Sooner or later we would meet you
We knew it would happen you even sent clues
So happy we made phone calls to share the great news

Suddenly Mommy was in pain
saw bleeding Daddy said something was strange
Praying together hoping nothing is wrong
tears in my eyes trying to stay strong

Up on the screen your sister was present
you weren't there you were sent back to heaven,
so confused trying to understand why
I had one baby and the other didn't survive..

As quickly as your life started
it ended, at only 9 weeks.
I was so ready, we were so close
so small, no eye could see
So early, yet you still meant so much to me

I long to know what you looked like,
and hold you in my arms
Loving you from a distance
your still our  good luck charm.

Never will I have the chance to kiss your sweet lips
or carry your loving body around on my hip.
Your mine and always will be
but oh I long to touch the baby I will never see..

Having you with me
for a short time is still such a gift
you will forever be my favorite "what if".
I wrote this in memory of the baby that I lost. it will forever be my favorite what if... I was pregnant with twins and on January 1, 2013 at 1:35am I lost my baby. I will never forget you. Mommy loves you, forever and always. My angel. <3
unnamed Sep 2016
Take the chains off of your hardened heart
Vulnerability is true beauty.
C) 2016. Copyrighted September 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem.
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