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We have five months
til you leave for two years
til you forget me
til I'm just another ex
a has been
a would be
til everything we are
is for nothing
til our love
the early mornings
and late nights
singing and car rides
tickle fights
hugs
kisses
"I love you"s
end

The thing about this, love
is for once
I can't be a has been
or a would be
I just want to be yours
to wake up and see your face each morning
cook breakfast together
see you at your worst
and at your best
and love you more each moment
to make our lives one

I cant be a has been
or a would be
or the one that got away
I just want to be
your "the one"
because you'll always be mine.
 Apr 2014 G H Goodland
liza
butt
 Apr 2014 G H Goodland
liza
i laid down across the desks
     like always
and started writing
     like always.

i felt her hands on the back of
my upper thigh
she wasn't trying to arouse me
but i could feel her little fingers
bumping up my thigh in
a rhythm, thumping while she texted on her phone
and i felt a light touch on my ****
a packet of papers
and another pair of hands doing work
on their work
on my ****
and i felt the light massages of her fingers on my thigh
and i wondered if other girls felt this way
when they were touched
and i wondered what made me different
and if i was different.
jesus christ going through that stage
I'll be waiting,
     for the day we become one
I'll be waiting,
     'till the day you return
I'll be waiting,
     with my heart still open for you
No matter how long,
      i'll be waiting for You
She takes her coffee black.
I cringe.
For what she lacks
In taste-buds,
I make up for in love.
 Apr 2014 G H Goodland
Eliana
"you can't feel
     pain in dreams" -

lie, or desperate
prayer?
Him
I love everything about him
His brown hair that match
his eyes
In his arms
I'm safe and protected
His little half smile
before the shows his white teeth
His is the the love of my life
He means the world to me.

-Andrea Christine
what a joy it is
to have a new broom
for it sweeps clean
all of my rooms

the old one had gone
well past its used by date
as the straw in it
did quickly dissipate

working with my new broom
is a breeze
brushing away the dirt
is done with ease

and there is an added bonus
with the broom
I can set it on
low power or on high zoom

I have had many brooms
throughout the years
but none of them
have filled me with many cheers

the present one
is truly a delight to employ
and it sweeps better
than Mrs Troys
I can’t recall the sound of her singing,
But I could paint the shape of her soft neck.
I can’t describe the joy her being can bring,
But I feel a great sense when she says “Heck.”
Worthwhile she is for any chance I take,
She makes me feel like I have someone safe,
If I had fangs, I know she’s burn her stakes,
Between us both it’s her I would first save.

I don’t think she gets how much I care,
She takes my words and makes them beautiful,
She says she does the things I dream to dare,
I can only dream to have life so full,
To spend my days with her would be great,
I could learn how to love, forget to hate,
I think she’d show me a new side of life,
I think she’s give me a reason to try.
Honestly.
 Apr 2014 G H Goodland
Eliana
Sleepless nights
make the knife
in my eye
feel real.
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