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I think I'm starting to fall for you
Because since Tuesday afternoon
I cannot seem to be able to stop thinking of you
And the way our eyes connect across the room
Instantly I want to be next to you
I want to hold your hand and feel your warmth
I want to know you at 5 am on a Sunday
And the way you love blueberry waffles
with peanut butter and a glass of almond milk
I want to love you for everything you are
Like when you're concentrating and you bite your lower lip
I don't know if I'm wasting my time
But the only thing I can think about is being with you
You
You
You

e.j.
does this even make sense? who knows, oh well.
TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever
--
I write for many reasons
I write to express things I’ve
Kept bottled up for too long
I write for the people out there
Who share a small smile at the
Fact they know  exactly  what
Is going on with me
I write for the people who read what
I write because they support me as
Much as they can and especially in this
I write for the people who these anonymous
Poems go to in hopes they see it’s about them
And how I’m feeling
But I think I write most of all to not
Be forgotten. That at some point when
I leave this place I won’t just be a dead
Branch on an old family tree that’s never
Talked about. I write so that maybe some
Future person will read it and think how
Much this important and contribute to
Whatever they call this age in future books
I write to never be forgotten and who can
Blame me? Doesn’t everyone want to be
*Immortal?
Our lives are just like books
Filled with numerous chapters
We may not like what’s inside
But turning the page and
Continuing the story
Is the only way to move on
..
I haven't wrote in three months
Maybe it's the lack of inspiration
Or just no imagination

But without you its been hard
Considering you were my inspiration

But I sleep better now
And think more about myself

You were never worth my time
The stupidity I feel is unreal

But it's over now
And we shall all move on
Even if it's a couple rocks or mountains

But the paper still stays blank


I guess it was always better that way

e.j.
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