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My favorite sound is
The soft flip of the light switch
And the room growing dark
Along with the rustling of sheets
As you climb into bed
With me.
Package gift:
Flaws are guaranteed,
Should be loved and accepted.
The bottom of my dress
ballooning out,
like a doily on the dance floor.

Feeling like a princess
As I held Mommy’s hand.

Twirling me all around,
Like a ballerina let out of
Her jewelry box.

My greatest dance partner,
To the best drummer in the band.
My dad was a drummer for a local band. When I was younger, my mom used to twirl me around in circles in the midst of people on the dance floor while he played. My greatest memory from when they were married.
I wonder,
If you still lift your head,
From whatever held
Your attention,
When you hear my name.
And I wonder,
If you remember
The love we shared,
Until something else,
Grabbed your attention.
Spend the morning,
Wrapped in cold sheets,
My skin touching yours,
Your warm lips pressed to mine.
The sound of birds all around,
But your heartbeat loud in my ear,
The only song I’ve memorized.
dedicated to the mornings spent cuddled in bed as the world continues to spin all around you.
The only thing that is certain,
Death.

Whether it comes today,

Tomorrow,

Or fifty years from now,

It comes.

Hovering like a bumblebee,
Waiting to sting,
Or rushing out of nowhere,
Unexpected,
Like a freight train,
Arriving at its destination,
Marking the end of one journey.
feedback is always wonderful :)
(your heartbeat loud in my ear)
You refused to removed
The small engraved dog tag.
And I didn’t mind
The soft, smooth silver
Cold against my cheek
As I rested my head
Over the top of your chest.

It wasn’t a distraction,
But more of a motivation.
I wasn't just sharing
The same bed with
My husband, but my hero.

I was safe in the protection
Of your arms
And the warmth of your
Body heat under our sheet.
And I was finally relaxed;
No longer tense,
Because you weren’t
Out on a deployment or tour
But safe with me.
(at least for a little while)
dedicated to the men and women who serve our country, as well as their families; for they suffer too.
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