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"I like you
as more
than just
the girl
I take
home"

5 am words
sweet like
blackberry
kisses
Fire in a world of ice
Smoldering the heart’s soul
Longing
for the days when I didn't know what sad meant
when serious was an idea used only to describe a teacher who didn't joke around.
when I was going to write the next great novel, the next hit musical
when friends were in high supply and it didn't matter that my hair was never brushed
when I played an instrument taller than I because I could
when I cried when I missed the second day of school
when the grass was my favorite place to sit
and moving our legs was more important than shaving them
when i didn't have to watch my words because everything was perfect and what could i say wrong
when the only pain i felt was a skinned knee
and the only loss was of a tooth.
simple is better.
i wish we could all understand.
This is a horrible poem please do not pay attention to it
sometimes
the right words
don't seem long enough
like the space I have to fill
in this universe
isn't quite the right fit
but I'm far too stubborn to quit
simplistic
my cerebral prescense
is elastic
-
If it weren't for the fear
Of hell
I'd be gone
I still love her
though I do not know why
our time together was
short lived
but made me feel
so alive
I lie awake hoping
that I can find love again
that the passion returns
and a new romance
begins.
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