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I love the way your hair falls
In to your face
And you don't fix it because
You're so into what you're doing
And when we're together
I get so nervous
As you look up at me
With a smirk
And when our hands touch
It's like electricity going through me
So I pull back fast with butterflies
And how your eyes glisten
When the sun hits them
And the way they look into mine
Deep and with emotion
Gets me every time
And I can't help but to stare back
I love how funny and kind you are
But doesn't give a **** about
What people think
An how you stare at me
Across the room from the bar
Biting your lip
Makes my heart beat so fast
I feel you can hear it
All the way over there
I can add so many things
But this would be longer than
Phantom of the Opera
e.j.
I found that i could not write about you
It's not that there are no words to describe what you are
It's not a problem with words
It's a problem with feelings
How do k write without feelings?
No matter how much i have delved into my brain or how much effort i put into it i could not muster up anything about you that could light up a fire in me
And that's a problem
Because i cannot write about you
And if i cannot write about you
That means i don't love you

(E.G)
Why did you do it
Leaving me behind
In the dirt
As you moved along
Gracefully
Letting my tears
Soak into the ground
Letting my fears grow
Around me and within me
Leaving my lips dry
And hands cold
Leaving me with nothing
But sorrow and memories
How could you
Betraying me like that
I did everything for you
But I guess it wasn't enough
e.j.
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose
  Feb 2015 Elizabeth Johnston
liz
17
17 times I
fell for
that promise.
Oh no,
no not again.

I was so afraid
to say the truth
'cause I know
it would break your heart.
But this is not about you anymore.

I don't know
how to make you realize
that you are alive,
and that you're human too.

Where were you?
When I needed your touch,
or your kisses goodnight?
Oh, I lost you to soon.
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