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Some lives, some left;
Tough life chases, but all I want is rest.
You came, bringing the hope I'd caress;
You were gone the moment I fell in love at my best.
"Hi?"
"How are you?"*


... are the only words left between us.
... and maybe, these words were enough.
 Nov 2015 Colleen Mary
goddess
mine.
 Nov 2015 Colleen Mary
goddess
i still look back on the days i called you mine
i loved you and the feeling was mutual
until a year passed, and the sun set on a chilly autumn night
i could no longer call you mine
your love for me had faded
and you were looking at someone else the same way you looked at me
months have passed
but it feels like years
i still love you
and i always will
but without you i feel lost
no longer knowing who or what to believe in
i close my eyes
praying for the day when i can call you mine
because in my mind
in my soul
you still are.
c. 11/20
I may not have shown it before,
but now
I have my feelings for you.

Your heart used to belong to mine
but my heart didn't belong to you.

Today my heart was broken
by someone you used to love.

That someone you loved is back
and here I am,
picking up my broken heart
and I am leaving you
forever.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.

Rain is falling
but it's sunny outside.

Drop.
Drop.
Drop.

There's isn't a cloud in the sky.

Drop.
Drop.
Drop.

The sun is shining.

Drop.
Drop.
Drop.

What do we see?
Drops are still falling.
Flood of water

Not coming from the sky,
but eyes.
Eyes flooding up with rain.

Drop.
Drop.
Drop.

When will this rainstorm end?
I read this amazing book yesterday and I just balled my eyes out. It inspired me to write this. I hope you enjoy!
 Oct 2015 Colleen Mary
Emma Kate
her sleepy eyes looked up to
the sunless sky that was flooded with
tiny cloud like droplets
that coated her fluttering dark eyelashes.
she was walking on the train tracks;
her safe haven.
she found her peace here,
knowing that the trains had
a destination, so she must too.
she was thinking,
about how she always thought
snow was too romanticized.
the tracks was her spot
and her spot only, until today.
he reached out and grabbed
her hand, knowing
she was lost in thought.
he understood her
something she thought was
near impossible.
he smiled at her, as the sun
peaked out, just in time
to warm both of them,
just as he had warmed her heart.
it was a moment of apricity
on a cold afternoon
just like he was the warmth needed
to make her heart complete.
I'm not too stubborn to admit that
I was afraid of losing you-
so I held you tightly in the palms of my hands
as you fell through my fingertips,
and into the hands of another.

-k.w//you always called me stubborn
 Oct 2015 Colleen Mary
Emma Kate
land of lincoln vanity plates,
dull midwestern states,
everything is dead in this place
by the first glimpse of september.
maybe someday autumn won’t feel
like the year’s downfall,
but I guess it isn't called
fall by mere chance.
the wind gives me a cold
shoulder, just one more
reminder, of how much
I cannot stand this place.
maybe next fall, i’ll be just a
memory in the midwest states.
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