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 Sep 2015 Dream out Loud
Austin B
I wish I could give you the moon and all the stars, every day.
I wish I could dance with you in the rain every morning.
I wish I could give you the universe and everything inside it.
I wish I could give you more than anyone has ever given you.
I wish I could make your dreams more than just dreams.
There is nothing in this world that you don't deserve.
He said I love you, but you can't be my girl.
He said I was too valuable like a vintage car you keep in your garage and don't drive. But he said I was so beautiful he needed me in his life.

He said I was gorgeous, but he couldn't take me with him. He said I was so valuable that I was almost too fragile, and if he slipped his fingers off of me I might fall and shatter like fine glass.

He said I was brilliant, but I should lay back and relax. Let him take charge and take care of me. The best gift I could give him is my heart and he doesn't need my money.

A perfect image. Too perfect to be real. The truth was right in front of me if I would have just picked away the layers of lies. He had a woman and he only just wanted something pretty on the side. He wanted me to lean on him so I felt unable to leave.
 May 2015 Dream out Loud
Ammy
sometimes, three words is all it takes
to shake me up
to make my heart throb in pain
to let me yearn for you
to remind me of you
to want to make you mine again
to reminisce those days once more


*i miss you
 May 2015 Dream out Loud
Ammy
muse
 May 2015 Dream out Loud
Ammy
"You are my muse," you said to me one sunny morning, holding me tight in your arms,
  Back when we first started off.
We thought we had it all,
  We thought we could brave through all the storms;
But we didn't.
  We couldn't.
We hadn't.
Gone were the days where I was the only one in your eyes,
  Like you were in mine.
A year later,
  I heard from you.
Excited, I gave it a thought.
  The thought that we might reconcile.
Unfortunately, we hadn't.
  We couldn't.

And we never would, ever again.

*"You were once my muse and I don't regret it."
 May 2015 Dream out Loud
R
4w
 May 2015 Dream out Loud
R
4w
I can't stop singing.
My heart is in a mix of elation and hurt.
I'll just sing it out.
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