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 Apr 2016 Andrew T
Sirenes
BURN!
 Apr 2016 Andrew T
Sirenes
I burned my fingers
On you
But more than that
On how much I trusted you

Hell it wasn't just the fingers
It was fingers all the way
To my elbows
And my bare feet
All the way to my knees

Such was my trust in you
And in my own estimation
Of who you are.
There's never just one to blame
It's always the two

I guess I trew myself at you
And that's fine
But it would take forever
For me to do it again
With full confindence
That you'd catch me.
Healing takes time :)
 Apr 2016 Andrew T
ThePoet
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start

©
 Apr 2016 Andrew T
JC
Shadow
 Apr 2016 Andrew T
JC
Been wondering for a while
What have I done in life
If I where to die today
What would my legacy be
Would I be forgotten
Or would my name be remembered through time
Not much could be said for me
I am a shy, easily forgotten guy
Living life like a shadow
Scared to make a name for myself
Just another who didn't make it
Just another forgotten with time
Just another with no Legacies
 Apr 2016 Andrew T
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
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