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She's been all between now and then
the only product between mind and pen
she's been the etched pleasure out of pain
the phantom time and again
but now here you are seated right at the centre
taking over the ink and content on the canvas
how did you go past the shields and manage to enter
how did you find the core, who gave you the campus?

she was the dark cloud that hovers overhead
the priceless yet killing ache
an infested wound in the million times I bled
she was the goodbye that was hard to take
*the only reality I knew,a bitter sweet true lie
until you came and taught me how to wave goodbye
 Mar 2016 Death by Decoy
Pea
Eyes
 Mar 2016 Death by Decoy
Pea
behind those
pretty eyes
live your deepest
sorrows
that would n e v e  r
suffice
to the life
you shared
with her
and
borrowed
~ * broken soul club * ~
Don't let them know about us
Don't tell a single soul, none of them all
because if you tell the moon, she will eventually
whisper all of it to the eavesdropping night
if you tell the Sun,he will rise with the itch and throw it in the light
and world will paint a rainbow of melancholy over our delight
tell not your enemy and trust not your closest friend
for you can not tell the boulevard that'll lead our story to the end
don't tell the stars albeit with innocence they twinkle,
they shouldn't see us gracefully embrace even after we wrinkle
Don't tell the clouds, they might cease to cry
yet a prolonged absence of rain tempts universe to question why
if you tell the trees, they might say something to the wind
and once the wind knows half the world will know
tell not birds in the sky, it'll be a verse in the dawn chorus
sung for the sleepy but listening ears, meaning a disaster for us
don't trust red hot charcoal comb roosters, they also crow
we only need us for the flowers of our romance to grow
don't trust the promising mouths that are soft spoken
you can't trust what they say after all promises can be broken
don't trust the river, she will carry it like sludge to the Sea
displaying to the world the romance it thinks fantasy
even writing poems and or painting a picture
would be risking wrecking the one bridge to a serene future
don't trust Facebook or twitter, call me premature
can't help thinking trusting them would be a big mistake, can't be sure
call me paranoid, I just can't stop me from feeling insecure
I know you want them to beware you found,
I hear you loud and clear in the silence of your choking sound
you want them to know that you're no longer lonely
but I'm afraid they're only comfortable when you're hurting
and might do whatever it takes to see us parting
I'm not ready to feel us crash and break apart or hurt
I can't even stand contemplating another start,with you and I apart
don't trust their smiles, we've come so far,thousands of miles
let's live like the world isn't here, let's respect my fears
we might welcome them and they'll only interfere
you're a secret that should only be told to forever,my endless affinity
is a spring that I really trust is bound for eternity
let's not welcome so many feet to the gardens of our romance
the flowers might never blossom, let's not return our fate into palms of chance
tell none, two is a couple, three can start a fire and fuel a fight
don't tell the moon, she's so close to the night,
don't trust the sun,he wont keep it from the light
Nowhere to go
No money to spend
Just a book in my head
With a pen in my hand ✎
 Mar 2016 Death by Decoy
Bailey
Please stop trusting me.
I love you but you think that's a good thing.
It's not.

Stay away from me.
Don't you know that I'm poison?
I am.

Things don't work out for me.
You say someday they will.
They won't.

I love you so much more than you could ever know.
Go away.
 Mar 2016 Death by Decoy
Pea
hold me closer and tighter
like i wouldn't know how to let go
wrap your arms and make me warmer
as the eyes of the night fade, he will let us glow

your fingers on my neck fire sparks against my skin
as our snarled hands dance with every stroke
you pierced at my cold heart, i bleed the light from within
your arms are my fireplace, i fret no more about the snow
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