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I don't know how easy this is
For you to understand
But the butterflies go crazy
When I only hold your hand
You make my heart soar
To brand new heights
And I want to be with you
Through all the cold nights
I've never felt this way
About anyone I know
I've heard it in a song
But your heart is my home
Love
You're so far away from me
And I wish you'd never leave
But when the clock strikes that fateful time
I'll have to heave a sigh
And say "goodnight" this time
Because even though you'll leave my presence
I know that you will always be mine
I'm trapped
Inside a house
With a million
Rooms
But behind
Some doors
Only darkness
Looms

Every room I
Enter
Is a chapter
Of my life
But it's always
A gamble
When there was
A lot
Of strife

Ever had
A day
You wanted to last
Forever?
Well in this house
Days never end
Ever.

But the room
You enter
Makes all the
Difference
But all the doors look
The same
Nothing varied
In their appearance

A place like this
Would drive most people
Crazy
But it's
A constant reminder
Of how I've been
So lazy

The thing I like
Most of all
Is the space
Between
The Door and
The wall

The door frame
Is the best place
Of all
It reminds me how old
I was
And even
How tall

But my only
Wish
Is to go back
In my past
To fix all the bad
I have to relive
So I can make good times
Last
This poem, I have given to Sydney Adams Phillips
The boy across the room
He thinks you're really sweet
Why don't you go say "hi?"
Because you are too shy.

He gets up out of his seat
And starts to come my way
I feel my face turn hot
And I hope he has something to say
But then he stops short
To talk to the girl in front
I bury my face in my book again
Trying to hide a grunt

But that's when he walks away
And towards me once again
And that's when I remembered
That girl's his cousin!
I get flustered again
He's coming down the isle
Then he looks me in the eye
And smiles that god-sculpted smile
I'm positive this time
He's coming for me
But I can't look away
What's *wrong
with me?!
But still
I don't know what he wants
My mind is racing
Is he going to ask me out?
Are we going to start dating?

That's when he leans close

And whispers in my ear

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

"Yeah.... Here.."
Everyone's here
For a special reason
Though some don't know what it is
And during the journey
To find it
You could find disaster
or bliss

Life is different for everyone
No matter what it turns out
To be
Some people love it, some not so much
Or some on and off
Like me

Throughout your life
There will probably be
Someone that isn't there for you
I can not promise
I'll always be there
but I can say I'll always love you

When we're young
We want to be older
When we're old
We want to be younger
But no matter what age
We should be ourselves
And leave no song
Unsung

— The End —