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  Aug 2017 Christine
Seema
A broken jar
I fixed when fell
From a far
No one can tell

A broken heart
I tried to fix
But part by part
It all got mixed

A birds feather
I tried to catch
It blew off further
In the thorn patch

A child's cry
Weakened my soul
I went close by
His leg stuck in a hole

A set of painful eyes
Watched me through
An angel in disguise
Yes, that's true

I am quite broken
But I am strong
I am not a token
Don't take me wrong

My love is in my smile
Like a tombstone on a grave
I think for a short while
Then just smile and wave...


©sim
Smile, even when you think your life is sinking.
Christine Aug 2017
Early sunshine and blue sky
I think of a terrace
a terrace with two bodies facing the shy sun

Fluffy clouds and sparkling winds
I think of a terrace
a terrace with lots of rains

Petichor and greens around
I close my eyes and take a long breathe
I think of a terrace
a terrace where we both fall in love

back then in April 2016 .
Today, I think of you again. All those songs pointed at you and me as I close my eyes you were there smiling at me and I touch your face. Something as simple as that and I realize you're all that I want and I keep going back .
Christine Aug 2017
i got to go, because if he see my face now,
he might know my heart
and if he got to know my heart, he will set distance
he will go further
then if he do go further, my heart will hurt my tears will fall again
so he may not know

dreaming of just he and me he may never find out
right before his eyes, i am breaking
what am i supposed to do, could someone please just take me away ?
  Aug 2017 Christine
Marietta Ginete
You and I are forever a fantasy.
A fiction story that can never be.
A never ending story of you and me,
consisting of everything I want to see.

In my story, we were foolishly in love.
My heart was yours, and yours was mine.
Something that I've always dreamed of,
like to have our fingers intertwine.

In the end,
it will still be just a fantasy.
A never ending story of you and me
with endless possibilities that can never be.
a stupid story of mine.
  Aug 2017 Christine
K
i don't want to be
your rebound
or just
your idiotic playground

i don’t want to be
your 2 a.m. bootycall
or just
your cuddle past nightfall

i don’t want to be
your backup plan
or just
your unwanted tan

but i want to be
your number one
though it is easier said
than done
why do i grasp at straws when i know that there are better things out there?
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