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rjh Jan 2017
everything is calm.
i feel like i'm waiting.

i'm waiting for someone so brilliant and bright to come into my life.

for our souls to intertwine like fingers do
as we sit on the grass, watching the sky pass us by.

she is seeing the stars,
i am seeing tiny pieces of her heart and soul
scattered on the cloudless ceiling.
rjh Dec 2013
types of boys:

slight mists
puddles on city sidewalks,
the sound of drizzle upon the rooftop,
thunderstorms at three in the morning
rjh Dec 2013
Do not fall in love with the boy with an acidic tongue.
If you do, you will never be the same again.
You will find yourself sneaking out at four in the morning for just one kiss.
You will never stop thinking about him.
You will always want more.
He will burn holes in your skin with his mouth and heal each and every one of your wounds with his fingertips.
You will get addicted to him.
But he will drain every ounce of life out of you.
And it will be a slow and painful process.
But it's sure to happen.
So again, I warn you,
Do not fall in love with the boy with an acidic tongue.
rjh Sep 2013
i've been trying,
over and over again,
to write down
my thoughts an feelings.
i have so many,
but so little are the words
to describe them
on this ****
piece of
paper.

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