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 Jan 2015
Girl On The Wing
I want the kind of love
That's quiet

Quiet like tea and a blanket in the morning

I want a love that's soft
That's honest and deep and true
That's always there

Love that's not for show
Or for power
But love simply because love is felt

I want a love that accepts and encourages
I want a love that embodies peace
Love is groovy
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
She asked for tonight and he was ready for forever
So he just held her while the window shutters shook

She muttered in her sleep and he called her name when he was awake
So she said his back because he made her heart beat faster

She stood calf deep in the wind and snow and he wished her inside
So he stepped into the storm and was just in time to see her collapse

She was the only one he wanted and he was the only one around for her
So she let him bring her inside and he held her for another night

She woke in his arms once more
                           He dreamt of their together days and always
But his sleeping face scared her
                           But he was unaware of her uncertainties

So she left at his side a note to replace her
                           And he wasn't sure where to look for her this time

               But                                                                  ­           While
She had after all only asked for tonight                   He was ready for forever
Any guesses who these people are?
Yup. Exactly.
 Jan 2015
Joseph Paris
He kisses her when she's fully clothed then sends her on her way He tells her that he loves her
when she's miles away
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Light, light...
Why do they always call me that
In the time before they leave me?

I live in dark.
I am surrounded by dark.
I am dark.

Maybe I need light,
Maybe I'm the demon and I need an angel;
I'm tired of saving fallen angels,
Maybe I'm fallen.

And I need a light to save
Me.
Almost a rant? Perhaps?
Eh.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Everyone is fake.

*I just want to find someone real...
Are you real?
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(If you get the title, I love you.)
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
Maybe I've liked you for a while now
Just a little bit

Maybe to like you I'm not too sure how
Just a little bit

Maybe I don't want to admit to that
Just a little bit

Maybe I don't want to color you black
Just a little bit

Maybe you shine brighter than me
Just a little bit

Maybe I'm just terrified of everything
Just a little bit

Maybe I'm afraid that I could hurt you
Just a little bit

Maybe I'm afraid you could hurt me
Just a little bit

Maybe I'm more smoke than I am fire
Just a little bit

Maybe I like you and to us both I'm a liar
Just a little bit

Maybe I have loved you from the start
Just a little bit
Rhyming isn't a thing, okay? It's just not,
so leave me alone to cower in my corner.
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I had no idea how I wanted
to format this... is it okay?
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 Jan 2015
Eggy
Images of black hair fills my mind as I poor a glass

You spoke in monotone as you said "sorry" as if your neck was numb.

So tonight I'm numbing the need for you with a shot

My hoddie smells of you so I'll take another

This taste like nail polish. Guess I'll take some more

Nothing is happening. Your lips are still a stain upon mine. Guess Ill take two

Remember the times I made you *** with your pants still on? I can't forget. You said you loved me afterwards

I feel alone, I thought you were here, so maybe I'll take 2 or 3

Why did you leave me? I never held back I gave you everything, every bit of me

Don't you try to take me back. As I remember you throw out broken things.
**** her man
There's a few days
When
I don't think
About you

Those amount to
A total of two
And one of
Those days
I slept
Through

The other
I was too
High
to see
And

Too concentrated
On breathing
To feel
The expanse
Of my heart

Breaking


What does this mean to you?

More than something

But not enough to make it all go away...
I'm just not sure HOW to stop feeling this way...
 Jan 2015
John Stevens
(c) 10-13-2014
The text message went like this:

Was thinking...
I'm so happy I’m married to you.

Said she.

You my Dear made me what I am today.  
Thank you. I am one happy guy.

Said he.

It resides on the phone as evidence
Of our life for forty seven years.
It has been on my mind abundantly
Of our love through the good times and tears.

We have held each other together
When our pieces began falling apart.
You have been my rock My Dear
From the moment we did start.

Cannot tell you enough My Dear
I am so grateful you are mine.
And I am yours forever My Dear
I will never, never, ever whine.

It has been said before:
*Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
Love never fails.


This was worth a big hug.
A very big smile.
Some tears. (expected)
and much more.
I have been wanting
to do this a very long time.
 Jan 2015
WickedHope
If I'm a drought,
You're a desert storm.
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