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Elora Atwell Sep 2013
Winter is coming
I can feel it in the morning air
I can tell by the way we sleep
come morning we're tangled as the sheets
and I wish it would get here faster
it makes me hope to never see summer again
to wake up to your embrace tightening around me
surrounding me in love and safety
neither of us wanting to leave the warmth of each others skin
this is all I want
I could die here in your arms with a smile on my face
as long as my fingers were tangled in your hair
with your head buried in the crevice of my neck
lips lightly touching my skin
giving me goose bumps with every breath you exhale
yes, I could die quite happy right here
Elora Atwell Jun 2013
Oh these walls, let's tear them down.
Let us fill their voids with everything we want to tell.
Cause I have so much I want to say.
I've been lost in your eyes for days now.
I can walk along the walls and stay close, but there's no way over.
We can each stand on our hills on the other side and see on another.
Imagining what it would be like to lay down together right in the ruins of these walls.
So may we tear them down, please?
Can I be honest with my beating heart, tell you that you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Or shall we build them higher, so high that I can no longer see your sun.
Be warmed by it's rays breaking the top of these stupid walls.
Elora Atwell Dec 2012
You have to know how I love you
I haven't said it, because there aren't any words
This is more than words
This is a look, and a touch
They're so loud that it feels like orchestras in front of me
And I'm the conductor, building the music louder and louder
Until it's all just vibrations
This is a frequency, and there are no words
But surely, you must know that I love you
Elora Atwell Dec 2012
If people were all cigarettes- I'd smoke a pack a day
and take long drags of everyone
and then toss the butts away

If people were all change- quarters, pennies, nickles, and dimes
I'd pick each one up from the sidewalk and save
for a bottle of *** and a good time

If people were pills- they'd all be prozacs and zolofts
so we could keep on faking smiles
pretending to get off

And as I'd wash down pills with shots- and feel as each on burned
I'd blow smoke in a young child's face
Reassuring him, next was his turn.
Elora Atwell Dec 2012
We were walking down the highway
Talking bout our desires
How we planned to see the world
Wanted to dance naked around fires

He looked over at me
And his eyes pierced into mine
He said he never met a girl
Who he thought was this fine
I blushed and looked away
And smiled and said you’re lying
I knew that he wasn’t, but still I was trying

We stopped off at the oak tree
To marvel at its wonder
All its branches reaching upward
All the shade that it left under

He grabbed up my hands
Slipped his fingers in with mine
We talked under that oak tree
Till we lost all sense of time
And the skies passed above us
And the stars waged wars
We got caught up in the crossfires
Between our heads and our hearts

When I woke up in the morning
I was cold and alone
I found laying on my heart
A note that he had wrote
It said you looked happy here
But I had to keep going
Know that I love you, and that this speaks nothing of you
Elora Atwell Dec 2012
Maybe tonight is forever
What if this is all we have
Maybe this feeling is eternity
And your eyes are seas that have no depth
Maybe I was meant to feel this way
And you were meant to hold me
Kiss me
Love me
Maybe
Maybe this is a dream
No grasp of reality at all
Maybe my broken heart was just me dying
And this has all happened in the moment between life and death
Maybe it’s just a swell dream, and maybe I’ll wake up soon
And maybe when I do I’ll forget it all
Forget your name
Forget your touch
Forget the way you changed me
And maybe I’ll smile again

— The End —