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My mind races back and forth,
unable to keep a consistent thought.
I take a sip of coffee,
my hands tremble with nerves.

Why?
Why you ask.
I'm just waiting,
for the dust to finally make its landing on the arms of time.

When you would finally respond.
When you would finally notice.
That I am here and waiting.
Though it seems the dust is still agitated and suspended.

I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer.
Like a newly formed dandelion, it is beautiful.
Entwined with the glistening rays of the sun.
Such youth, such aspiration, you stand tall and strong.
Though when an unexpected gust takes presence, you fall apart.

Your remains are scattered far and wide,
and they grow on their own.
You're seen, there, there, and there.
You're letting go.

You're re-growing. Into a stronger, more secure dandelion.

- High School Relationships?
I honestly don't know how to write about high school relationships? Does this even make sense?

The part where your remains are scattered in a way represents when you're broken and you go to various people to let it out. To become stronger and to become a new person.
Together:

Your warm embrace wraps around my torso,
warmth creeps through my heart and soul,
and my arms immediately wrap around yours.
This ever so perfect moment, will never be forgotten.

It was the first time we hugged.

As we took in each other's embrace once more,
our lips collided passionately,
though instantaneously we pulled back.
Our gaze met, and we closed in slowly... and blissfully.

As of this day, we are officially, and graciously,

*Together.
Something I wanted to write, on behalf of one of my closest friends.
  Jul 2014 Damien Randerfield
Avant
we talk
together

we study
together

we laugh
together

we graduate
together

we love
together

we live
together

we stay
together

we die
**together
At this precise moment.
I'm nothing but a human being under the intense influence of dopamine, norepinephrine, epinephrine and testosterone.
The infuriating effects will last, as will my aggression.

There's a reason why this is all happening. You.
Because of you.
I have no hatred nor much of the love I had for you.
For you have taken that away from me, and given it to him.

I have no words for you.
All the best.
I'm beyond hurt at this precise moment, and I have held this is for too long. To this day I am still unable to let this out. I hate it.
When we first met, we were bundles of energy and joy.
Grow old with me.

We inevitably became a couple, and we got engaged.
Grow old with me.

A family has started with two beautiful daughters.
Grow old with me

The kids have graduated high school, and are now heading to University.
Grow old with me.

We watch the kids find their companions for life.
Grow old with me.

We help them through times of hardship, and are always there for their achievements.
Grow old with me.

The kids have their own family now.
Grow old with me.

As we now reach our final years of life on this Earth, there is nothing more I could ever want than for you to be by my side.
And to have had you grow old with me all these years.
Makes me the happiest individual there could possibly be.

So let us sit together next to the fireplace on our rocking chairs, and reminisce.
Hmm... I'd rather not say what was going through my mind when I wrote this. It's rather peculiar...

Enjoy.
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