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Antonio Dec 2015
ATTENTION ATTENTION

give me it all

Without your love, I surely will fall.

Plaster my heart on this yellow brick wall

Crush me, remind me I  really am small

A worthless being created by lust

A child of no one, living in dust
Some of us, created from love, others created from lust.

I fear I'm the latter.
Antonio Dec 2015
Oak
If i were to hurt, someone so near and so dear, to my heart. I wouldn't know where to start. The shame i would carry would weigh on my brain, an imprint of you, creating deep pain. For one stupid act, so quick, just seconds. Could have killed us that night. But if i survived, when you were both gone, i could not go on. How could I?
I got in a car accident driving like an idiot last night, i could have killed two of my closest friends. It makes me think.
Antonio Dec 2015
When i do die, i hope its at the right time, for if i am to die early my soul will wander endlessly.

A search for knowledge much after the grave.

While my physical self rots away.
I'm terrified of death, but not death itself
Antonio Dec 2015
Sometimes i wish i could forget you. but i know, that's not what i want. I think really deep down, i wish for bliss, i wish for ignorance. A child like mind, closed up and tied, containing only good thoughts of you. I wish to be blind to the world surrounding.
A straightforward life, but i'm scared of the truth. For all i really want, is me and you.
Antonio Dec 2015
Under his bed collecting dust.
An old toy, no one to trust.
Take this chord, around my neck. Pray to God that they forget.
Start to slip, then feel a hand.
Pull me from this dusty den.  
Untie the rope and looks at me.
Runs away, what did he see?
A tale from years past, darker times. They're coming back
Antonio Dec 2015
Why
Why do I hurt so, why do I fear where you'll go.
I hope your true, for if your not I cannot bare the memories, stuck in my mind like a wood man's glue.
All I think about is you.
Talking on with no end, holding hands upon your bed.
I know not why, but I'm really depressed as of late.
Antonio Dec 2015
The thought of work hurts my mind.
wish I could stay cooped up inside. Wait out this pain,
Like a Train.
Who's rails would bring us close.
So far, yet so close. So true yet so distant.
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