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Chloe London Feb 2013
Girls here,
Girls there,
Pretty girls everywhere,
Yet you chose me.

Why me?
Many ridiculous thoughts
Scatter around my mind,
Why out of all of those people,
Would You chose me?

... Man you must be blind.

I only wear a flick of eyeliner
And a lick of foundation,
What makes my looks so special?
What makes you think I'm the one that shines?
What brings the brightness to my deep, dark eyes?
Chloe London Feb 2013
This is a pocket watch,
But not just any old pocket watch,
This pocket watch is detrimental,
A ticking time bomb,
When is it time to stop?

It was my great-grandfathers when he was young,
Ticking for 60 years,
Tick, tock, tick,
When is it going to stop?

The guilt of my past echo's into my system.

It lay there,
Looking into my room,
Staring straight through the window and into the world,
Staring straight into heaven,
Doing nothing but gathering dust...

Or so it seems,

Back then, to realise I was too low,
Now it came back to hurt me just to show, 

This was a looking glass into our world's...
His great-grandchildren's world's...

So, this pocket watch was like a camera,
A spy?
It was a pocket watch in disguise of my great-grandfathers eye?

I always knew he was a man of great mystery,
A man of great pride,
A man with a pocket watch,
This pocket was was surely my grandfather's old man's guide.

It wasn't used only for time,
And not only to make him look wise,
But because it helped him to see into my future,
With his grey and clear, open eyes.

He's witnessed my life now, 
He's seen my past,
So how long is this all going to last?
Now that you've seen me,
Now that you know my life is only full on fun,
I think it's time for you to rest now,
Your work here is done.

*I love you my great-grandad,
Forever and always.
Chloe London Feb 2013
Your eyes,
Your lips,
Your touch,
I want it all,
I want you.

Your stare,
Your smile,
Your hugs,
Everything.

Your kiss,
Your scent
Your voice,
Stop teasing me,

I want you,
I want it all,
Your hair,
Your skin...
*Your heart.
Chloe London Feb 2013
I hate you, so much.
You make my life an actual misery,
You ignore me on purpose,
You turn my friends against me,
You spread lies, rumours,
Remember when you cared about me?
Yeah, me neither.
You ****** me up with your mind, decisions.
I've already had enough of your mind games.

 Not being with you made me realise exactly what I was missing, 
A free life.
I have myself to blame, you caused too much heart break for me to handle and i still went on "loving" you, loving what? A person, a monster?

...A reckless apocalyptic being.

My messages that I send you remain read but unreplied. You are no longer in my heart as a loved one, but only as a place holder. 
I will never forget you,
Nor did I say that I would never regret you,
You gave me a mean piece of mind,
I'll stay in your head,
You'll stay in mine.


Together we were a beautiful package, two people combined from the heart to the soul.  I loved you so, you loved me more. I cared for you a lot more than you think. 

Your empty heart and the way you emotionlessly carry yourself affected me in many ways including depression; causing me to spend many days feeling alone, cold hearted, being unable to feel loved or anything at all. 

You have a heart of nothing,
Nothing other than a heart of stone.
I don't want you back,
Not now,
Not ever,
You're dead to me, man, *dead to me.
Chloe London Jan 2013
The feeling of your slightly unsteady heartbeat against my chest
makes me feel as though you're actually mine.
Like every single part of you belongs to me.
The soft touch of your vibrantly glowing skin
brushing against mine makes butterflies flutter in my stomach,
like a whole new world of excitement,  
it makes me feel like I can't breathe and my whole universe is spinning.
When our lips stroke, tiny sparks shoot up my body and blow my mind,
causing me to close my tired eyes and cherish every moment.
When we kiss I feel the corners of your  mouth curl up into a beautiful smile,
as beautiful as a ray of sunlight on sun kissed skin that shimmers.
Every time you look at me my heart pounds out of my chest,
destined to be close to you.
Every time you look at me with those astounding,
incredible eyes I feel like I'm a part of you,
like you're a part of me.
Your seductive scent lingers on your clothing as our bodies press when we hug,
releasing a whole new drug that I crave...
You.

Our hands clasped,
Our eyes locked,
*I think that you'll find...
forever we are entwined.
Chloe London Jan 2013
Dear Anonymous, 
I'm writing to let you know how you make me feel and how each and every part of you affects me...

Starting with your deep and intriguing eyes..
I love  your eyes,
they're so brown and gentle,
they indulge me,
they're so mysterious and seductive.
They make me feel like I'm lost in you,
lost in them.

Your lips,
they are so soft and delicate,
they tempt me,
they stimulate all of my senses,
making me go weak at the knees. 

Your kiss,
I yield to the soft sensation of it,
it gives me a numb feeling,
like I can't feel anything but you and your touch.

Your smile,
It's so sweet and seductive,
The dimples in it melt my heart and sweeten it. Your teeth are bright and white,
shining through to my beating heart that pounds only for you.

You make me feel warm inside, 
Like i'm trapped in a world of warmth and kindness, in a world of love and mystery,
A world of feeling like I mean something,
like I mean something to someone else.

You make me feel like nothing else matters,
like when I walk down the corridors the world stops and I'm blind to everything else, the only person I see is you...

The only person I ever see is you.
The only thing my heart beats for is you.
The only feeling that ever strikes me is from you...

*The Only Person I'll Ever Want Is You.
Who can relate?:)
Chloe London Jan 2013
So there's this guy...*

Long-brown hair,
Hair that makes my heart flutter when he flips it,
With cute  little flicks at the side,

His eyes,
Green as emeralds,
So green they could become a whole world of emeralds...
A whole universe of them.
...
A smile to die for,
A smile that makes my insides feel like butter,
Like its melting inside me,
Like I'm melting along with it.
Teeth so white they could blind me,
Smile lines so exquisite and flattering,
Lips so luscious and soft looking,
Blood red.

A voice so musky it causes shivers up my body and goosebumps on my skin,
A scent so **** it weakens me to the knees,
A man so kind and loyal...
I couldn't possibly deserve someone like him.
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