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  Feb 2015 Deenah
Shaima Al-Marzouqi
I always felt like I was suffocating her
Feared that she's seeing too much of me
Got afraid that she'll get sick of me

So I gave her space
I backed a little and waited
Waited to see how long would it take
her to think and wonder about me
How long would it take her to remember me

I was always the one who initiated
So this time,
I waited for her to come to me
For her to ask about me
For her to talk to me

I wanted you to wonder about me
I wanted to be adored by you
I wanted to matter to you
I wanted you to want me
I wanted you

The sad thing about love
is that you are not always loved
by the person you love
And that is my case with you, beautiful

I fell in love with a person who I can't let a day go by without her,
while she can go weeks without me crossing her beautiful mind

You are a disease that I do not want to be recovered from
Always the one who loves, rarely the one loved.
Deenah Feb 2015
She looked at me and laughed,
"It's not real dear, you can't have a broken heart."
Her smile I did return,
"I can prove to you, it can"

Tell me if you've ever felt something
That goes beyond this world,
A companionship so intense,
That makes your insides whirl?

I can't expect you to understand,
If you've never felt it so.
Can't explain a broken heart
To the one who still owns his own.

How could I ever explain,
The way that we convey ourselves,
When through poetry we display
The dustiest parts of our souls?

How could you comprehend,
When you've never felt the way
That if feels to have her eyelashes
Brush like butterflies, caught like prey?

How can you understand,
The deepest feeling you could face
When you've never placed your hand
And felt a heartbeat quickening it's pace?

You see, I said,
It may only ever be
An *****, biologically.
But there is something which makes us human,
And that is your heart, and that can be broken.
I'm not broken-hearted... But distance is enough to **** me.
Deenah Feb 2015
It's that vast land that I want,
          That open plain of sea
The step into the wilderness,
          Where it's just you and me

I wished it long ago
           Like a child in a dream,
I'd be lying if I pretended
           I still don't see it in my sleep.

I can't understand sometimes,
           like I'm blindfolded in the dark
and even though you're stood there
           we're almost miles apart.

I never lied when I said my heart was open
           exposed only for you,
it might be easier to forget and leave
           but I'd choose to hurt for eternity,
           because it's always you I'd choose.
As they say... poetry can't be written, if there's 'nothing poetic about my state'
  Feb 2015 Deenah
Joe Cole
Traveling in the last hours of darkness
Down this long and dusty road
Looking up I see the moon so full
On her journey through the night

I want to leave my earth bound life
And on her take a ride
For she is traveling westward
And would take me to your side

I continue on my lonely way
The sound of road noise in my ears
But if I could ride upon that golden orb
It would wipe away the years

To ride the road of the milky way
To your side where I belong
No radio or CD playing
Just the sound of angels songs

Is it just a dream I'm dreaming
Or could it become reality
To be with you my own sweet love
Just us, just you, just me
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