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Enzo Badia Mar 2011
I thought it to be wonderful,
To only cause a sense of bliss.
Years of searching, years of dreaming,
Years of wishing for emotions like this.

Expectations held high,
Thinking that I would only ever smile.
That at the moments our lips met,
The world would stop for a while.

I believed it to be magical,
With ideas of fantastic futures.
My imagination depicting our passionate lives,
Perfection portrayed only through her.

In the depths of my mind,
Everything was figured out
And I was sure of how we would be:
A typical couple infused with happiness,
With lives that were worry free…

But with time I’ve come to see,
That love has just as well made me weak,
A fool of my own dreams,
And a victim of stupid fantasies.

It has infected me with stains of insecurity,
And unnecessary doses of jealousy.
With a highly pensive mind,
That only brings out the worst in me.

Is this how it is meant to be?
That when one finds true happiness,
The struggles begin to run deep?
That the little things begin to grow in power,
Causing everything I imagined to simply be devoured?

Can it be true, that I was wrong,
That love does more than set your heart free?

Well…as I lay here and
Await for the answer to strike from above,
I will continue the path I’ve chosen,
And refuse to believe in the dark side of love.
Written on March 6th, 2011.
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
By arms extended,
To show that you belong here,
I will welcome you.
Written on February 7th, 2011.
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
In the moments between now and then,
I pray that I will somehow see you again.
Though your words and laughter
Are enough to hold onto,
Nothing compares to the warmth I feel
With my arms around you.

In the moments between now and then,
I sense that maybe we’ll come to an end.
The thought of losing you is really overwhelming,
And it leaves me to sit and worry,
But in the end your love is reassuring,
So I know that it’d be okay to keep going.

In the moments between now and then,
I crave for your lips and the taste of your flesh.
Imagining the sound of my name in the form
of a gasping whisper by my ear.
The bending of our bodies and interlocking
Of our fingers as we lose ourselves without fear.

In the moments between now and then,
I know that I will indeed see you again.
But when time doesn’t move fast enough
To please the desire in my heart,
The fires begin to spread.
And though we’re in this together
I feel the miles pulling us apart,
Causing these dreadful thoughts in my head.

Will I really see you again?
Written on February 1st, 2011.

I miss her terribly.
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
I wonder if you know what your words alone make me feel,

You probably don’t have a clue.

However, I won’t bother finding phrases to describe what you cause in me,

I will show you through my actions,

And hope that you sense what I feel for you.
Written on January 16th, 2011.
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
Lonely, lonely people.
We lay awake at night.
Asking ourselves the same question.
Why does no one lay by our side?

Lonely, Lonely people.
Is too late to give it a try?
I just feel like I’ll keep losing,
I need hands that will point to light.
Written on December 2nd, 2010.
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
Two hearts in mind,
Two hearts in mind.
You live with two hearts in mind.
One is his, the other is mine.
At times I win, and at times I cry.
You say to me that I should give up,
That it is just a waste of time,
But you honestly know nothing
About this love I hold inside.
Even if this battle never ends,
Know that this want for you
Will surely never die.
Written on November 4th, 2010.
Enzo Badia Feb 2011
The morning sun does not shine
The way it once did.
Without the glow of your eyes,
Mornings remain dim.

Time refuses to move any faster.
It has chosen to slow in pace.
The days without you grow longer,
Delaying our next embrace.

To be honest,
It kills me inside.
This distance hurts,
More now than ever,
Because you’re always on my mind.
Its like we’re stuck in different worlds,
Worlds that don’t coincide.
Sadly, this is where I lie.
In a place where I know of your desires,
But fall short in means of
Making them come alive.
Written on October 28th, 2010.
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