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Carl Barton Mar 2013
And when you walk by,
I feel as though I could fly;
Fly as high as the sky,
The sky so high in the month of July.

You remind me of this thing; love,
The love of your soul as white as a dove;
A dove, I see you as you soar up above,
So far above me that this yearning is all I know of.

Yet I sit here all shy,
So shy, to say I could speak is a lie;
Forget this lie for I will think of a play so sly,
A plan too sly for me as I slowly allow this feeling to die.
Carl Barton Jan 2013
What are we? Are we just friends? Are we a couple? Are we more than friends but less than together?

I know what you are to me, but what am I to you? Am I just a summer crush? Am I just someone used to get over an ex?
Was that my only purpose; to keep you happy and distract you until you could move on? If that was my purpose... Did I at least serve it well?

Is this goodbye? But we barely said hello. It seems this is ending, without even having a chance at a beginning. What am I supposed to do now? Please tell me, let me know.

When together the sun shines brighter. When apart night couldn't be darker. You make me smile in ways I never knew possible. You helped me to find a happiness I've never known.

And now that we're apart it's all gone. The happiness, the joy, the warm feeling of you by my side. You never leave my thoughts. I can't sleep at night without you, how pitiful this sounds.

Its like you're a drug that gives me such a high and leaves me wanting more. Yet, when I can't see you, can't hear you I feel withdrawal in its purest form.

I just wanted you to be happy. And if without me that's what you are, then I have served my purpose. All I need is an answer. To know I've done right.

To know whether you and I will ever be, or if we were just a dream. For dreams are quite wonderful, but a morning will always come to end even the sweetest.
Carl Barton Dec 2012
When you feel forever
LOST
impossibly gone.

You won't be
FOUND
Its not that simple

Just look to the stars,
WISH
believe it will come true

To simply hope is
PROFOUND
silly to even think it.

If you run, you're a coward;
although to stay is to die.
You must find your own escape...
How easy, if only you could fly.
Running gets you nowhere
when you're locked in this maze.
Somethimes thoughts hit you hard;
knock you out for a minute, maybe days.
Determined, you keep looking...
assuming this soon will end.
Yet these prison bars just won't break,
they don't even bother to bend!

Just lie on your back
RELAX
forget all else.

Stare into the beyond, the
EMPTINESS,
the abyss.

Make your wish, make it
COUNT
don't blow it now, just think.

In order to get out, get away,
ESCAPE
you can't afford to faulter, to miss.
Carl Barton Dec 2012
With eyes the glisten like stars
I find myself caught;
Ensnared by your gaze, in a trance.
Hypnotized by your beauty.. so stunning.

I pretend not to notice,
Pretend not to care.
But indeed I notice, and oh how much I care,
Yet never, no, I will never ever dare.

Simply posing as a friend
Flirting here and there.
When I see you its unbearable.
The want to hold you is nearly uncontrollable.

My mind becomes overwhelmed by you.
My heart, confused in your presence.
It jumps and it skips
Tripping over itself time and time again.

Somehow I can keep calm
Even as my mind races.
I talk to you like friends do
Then let you walk freely away.

I watch as you leave.
This smile taken with you.
Back to my solitary state of mind;
My cowardly, boring self.
Carl Barton Dec 2012
Unable to go back
Prevented from moving on

Stuck in this place for eternity
Like the night before the dawn

Confusion is allies with pain
Yet happiness grows weaker without truth

Always yearning for the unattainable
While the deserving lie in wait

Try and try again they say
But sometimes it seems giving up is the only way
Carl Barton Dec 2012
I scream my lungs out in silence
But the night is too dense
I beg of your forgiveness
Yet you never hear my pleas through this darkness
I think of you while I sleep
And pray that you'll be in my dreams
Still I awaken in dissapointment from a dreamless rest
To find my bed empty without you
Filled only with lonliness at best
Carl Barton Dec 2012
To Forget,
To move on from there.
That would be a luxury.

To Remember,
To hold onto her.
That would be a dream.

To Leave,
To run away from here.
That would be cowardly.

To Stay,
To keep the memories near.
That would be surreal.
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