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The happiest day of my life,
Began with a whisper,
My best friends and I,
Addmitting our innermost insecurity,
A body,
Or the thought of failing,
Or an imperfection with the eye.
She talked about it,
How embarassed she was,
That plain on her eye,
It was there,
"A horrible blotch."
"A sty"
We continued talking,
Moving on to senselss topics,
Ice cream,
Doctor who,
Our favourite jokes.
But I stole a glance at my two friends
He was whispering in her ear,
Just loud enough for her to hear.
"You are so beautiful"
He rejoined the conversation.
Just as a solitary tear ran down her round face. She was smiling.
I continued talking about Doctor Who.
Like nothing had ever happened.
Because some moments are meant to be stolen.
 Dec 2013 Brielle O'Brien
Ashley
I'm missing you
the same way that I always do
when you're not here with me
and I'm not next to you
This bed is lonely
as I lay here with me only
I want to sleep
but I think I'm into deep
I'm in over my head
drowning in this sea of doubt
Tossing and turning
as my lungs are burning
It's like I'm blind
I can't find my way out
I'm here in the dark dreaming of you
but I can't close my eyes
because then I can't see you
I don't want to just dream
Cause dreams don't always come true
I want this to be real
something I can let myself fall into

Copyright © 2013 by Ashley Rodden
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