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Emmy Feb 2018
I wanna make you feel waves of something
Waves unlike the motion of your sins

Let me strip your skin
Is that too deep? Cause from up in the trees, this path looks scary steep
Although I know, your laugh in my ear is something I wanna keep

I’ve had my eyes wide closed
My dreams colliding kaleidoscopes

I thought you were just a passerby but you said more than just hi
Sometimes I don’t know what to say
The words stumble away
Although I know, the feeling moves me like a drunk sway

Your fingertips brushed the shimmering sunlight dancing in between my trees
And suddenly, the tightrope time tied to me fell free  
My bare feet struck unfound grounds
Puddle colors exploded like how bass sounds
Although I still don’t know, where the music can be found
I do know, you’ve got me spellbound
Emmy Jan 2018
You’ve been running around my mind
I’ve been stuck trying to find
the right words this time

I’m not tryna make you stay
I’m just tryna get you to talk about your day
Maybe get a little intellectual foreplay

Lemme be your baby
Lemme be your sunshine
Lemme make you mine
I’ll show you how a real woman loves
Hold you tight
Show you this might be worth the fight
I got you and you got mines

You told me time travel exists
But baby, then there would be nothing to miss
There’d be no wish to be
Us caught up in the sheets

I’ll soak you in like a summer night
Cause your company is like how my bare feet feel against warm concrete sidewalks
Like I said I’m just tryna get you to talk
Maybe take a midnight walk

I think we already do
We’ve been climbing mountains, me and you
B
Emmy Jan 2018
Some things happen without your full awareness. These things come slow and then all at once it’s like a river rushing over you and you panic for a second. Your heart races and you can’t understand how it happened but it’s happening and it won’t stop happening. You’re not sure if you’re falling or flying. Maybe a little bit of both. All you know is that it sort of feels like you’re climbing mountains together and the sunsets you’ve been watching every evening are cascades of reds. The only thing you’re really sure of is that red is your favorite color.
Emmy Jan 2018
Your world seems to be decorated by neon signs
But I know you escape it with the highs
I know you’ve got depths you think no one can touch
But I promise
There’s someone’s hands who can do that much

Your frustration at the labyrinth of your mind
Leaks out through your vibe
I know you’ve got depths in which you think you’re stuck
But I promise
There’s a soul here who wants their light to lead you into being lovestruck

No one else might know how lost you feel
But I promise
The man upstairs listens to every word you utter like it’s the script to a movie reel

I know you’ve got pieces you think no one could hold
But I promise you
There’s a heart who doesn’t need but once, told

Maybe you think your demons would devour more than just you
But I promise
That’s nothing but untrue

Maybe I’m wrong
To think that you believe those depths no one can touch
But I promise
There’s someone’s hands who can do that much.
For you
Emmy Jan 2018
She was the first to hold my heart
But she left me in the dark
There’s been a couple
There’s been a few
In between her and you

I’m still lost at sea
But your lighthouse is beckoning me
I’m still lost in the unknown
But your warmth, is shown
In the traces-of your fingertips touch
On my heart

I felt my pulse start
You said, “I’m finally happy, I’m finally new”
Little did you know; how long I’ve been contemplating about you

She was the first to hold my heart
But you,
You have lit up the dark
Emmy Dec 2017
Are people ever really whole?
Because we’re all so busy building homes
In other people
Who don’t understand how each board and nail
Are the chordae tendineae
Of our hearts
We don’t understand how building homes in other people
Leaves us in the dark
Emmy Dec 2017
Restless is the pulse
Shaking in my ears
It’s only been three months but It feels like it’s been years
Confused is the air
Caught in my lungs
I scream that I’m riding the highs and the low
but It hurts so deep; I’ve got nothing to show
He said, “But you embrace the fear.”
Echo, their laughs do
Crippling are these fleeting thoughts of you
Am I truly tired of being lost?
Or am I the boy who cries wolf?
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