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Emmennarr Oct 2017
I can never wait for each day to end
Because I anticipate tomorrow's arrival
And to see her again;
Yet the time takes too long
To get there
Come again, soon, please.
Emmennarr Oct 2017
I bet you didn't know
The scientist Amedeo Avogadro.
He was a guy that died in 1856
After he discovered the mole,
Not the creature down in a hole
But a number with a very important role
The base unit for substance
That all of the chemists should know
Six point oh two times ten to the twenty-third
The largest number I've ever heard
And if Skutches taught you one thing
It's the word
Mole
Emmennarr Oct 2017
Can't tell if she still likes me
Or maybe another guy
And if I would confront her
I could stand there and die
Staring at her hair
Til she looks in my eyes
To tell me that it's nothing
With an absent-minded sigh

And If I managed to catch it for just even a minute
Maybe I should disband us rather than just staying in it
Or maybe she loves me but is too afraid to admit it
Because I'm missing her and I'd hope that she gets this
I don't want to end us just to live to regret it
But in the end is it better if we both end up separate
But something so complex would make me feel way more desperate
And then I'd grab for a shorter straw and forget that I ended
                                                            us
Emmennarr Oct 2017
If I were to emit black clouds
Would it be better to wait
Or to just let it all out?
right now
Emmennarr Oct 2017
When the lights turn off
My heart does not stop
But merely becomes faster
Because I'm friends with the monsters
That play with my head
And before the night's over
I'm already dead.
Emmennarr Oct 2017
I love her;
The way she tends to straighten my hood
Like when I poke her in the back
And her posture fixes,
Or maybe I poke her in the side nearest to me
And that way she would fall into me
So I could swoop my arm around her back
And maybe she'd do the same,
When we hold hands on our daily walk to the bus
And she realizes my request to do so
Without me touching her hand first,
And when we turn into that alley
To forget about the world behind us
To find a new life in each others lips;

If only she used them to speak.
I invert her into an introvert.
Emmennarr Oct 2017
It's pretty ****** for me to doubt our love
But
I'm just not sure
Shouldn't it be obvious?
Shouldn't I be able to see her feelings,
Or at least how she feels about me,
Through her words that she tends to never speak.
She's a **** good kisser tho.
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