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Cassandra R Feb 2014
darling,
i know you're feeling sad,
that things are getting hard,
and we're so far apart.
but don’t give up,
don’t let go,
don’t doubt anything.
pretend you're here with me in bed,
so that i could rub your shoulders
which carry so much.
i will run my fingers through your hair,
to brush away all uncertainties.
and even though it hurts like hell
without you,
the hope of seeing you soon
eases my weary soul.
so don’t worry baby,
everything will turn out alright.
Cassandra R Feb 2014
last night
i fell asleep in your arms.
you pulled me
close to your chest
and kissed my head
and told me
that you loved me.

this morning
i woke up in your arms
i didn’t have to
turn around
and look for you
i felt you there
sleeping beside me.
Cassandra R Feb 2014
the extra small shirt,
that hugs your chest
in all the right places.
a warm, winter pea coat,
on a cold, windy evening.
glasses that are a little bit stretched out
so that you may push me closer
to your face when I start to fall.
the most delicate parts
of your daily routine,
i want to invade it and be part
of your adventurous life.
Written January 14th, 2014
Cassandra R Jan 2014
i am the cat
that roams around the neighborhood.
always wanders
never stays
belongs to no one.
i sit in the sill of a strange house
i don’t want to leave
but seasons change
and once again i’m on a journey.
some day i’ll find it
whatever it is
whoever it will be
i’ll never ever ever leave.
i’ll be content.
it may not come soon
but it will come.
as sure as the sun rises
much to early in the morning
there you’ll see me
walking
drifting
forever looking.
going, going
gone.
Cassandra R Jan 2014
last night i slept away
from you, my love.
my bed sheets were cold,
and the other side
of my bed
- much too large for myself,
was vacant.
did you miss me at all?
your arms around me
my back against your chest
the television flickering in the background.
when you awoke
were you surprised i was not there
to turn to you
as the sun broke through the morning sky?
Cassandra R Jan 2014
we spent all our time
curled up like cats
in his bed
with a broken mattress.
this is home.
Cassandra R Jan 2014
a small grey cat
sits upon my window sill
staring at the moon
i wonder if she wants it
half as bad
as i want you.
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