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I thought it would come true
A fairy tale of us
Some wishes, some dreams for you
That pain would never last

You were my knight and angel
I was just a refugee
When the crazy thing came upon us
It's the only thing I can see

We danced and sang under the moonlight
I even slept on your arm
We played and ran along the shore
With you I felt no harm

The seashore used to be our playground
The waves became our guests
The wind and rain witnessed our vow
I thought t'was the end of our quest

Until this day that I wake up
I found myself on this shore
I've waited, my knight and angel
To be with you forevermore

But sad am I, I found out
It was just a fantasy
There beside me was an old book
Now the truth is in front of me

Was our love  just a fairy tale?
Is there no chance for you and I?
The kind of love I just imagined
I will keep in my heart 'til I die.
For those who daydream...
People can leave and burn their bridges,
but I'm always willing to jump the river.
I got a telephone
Here
Go ahead
Take it
Thou canst talk to god...
As we lay
Breathing each other’s oxygen
And wearing each other’s skin
You search my eyes
Asking the one question
That I can never answer you
"Why me?"
How do I tell you
That I do not know
I cannot say
What exactly
Causes my heart to race
My blood to boil
And my arms to ache for you
I cannot say what it is
That so enraptured me
In the first place
My love for you
Did not come violently
It was as gentle
As subtle
As calm
As the stroke of a butterfly's wing
Quietly it captured me
Folding me inside it's self
And I was consumed
But not destroyed
I chose to jump
But had no choice in falling
I cannot say why I love you
I like to think it is the little things
The rich sound of your laugh
A deep rumble in your chest
The way your fingers dance across the keys
And the melody they sing
Maybe it is
The way the sun catches your lashes
And swims in your eyes
The intensity with which you feel everything
And the open honesty
That comes so naturally
Or is it
The child like curiosity
To know everything
To understand what is beyond you
The stubborn
Willful side
That refuses to stop trying
The humor and good nature
That eases any burdens on my heart
Perhaps
It is all these little things
Perhaps,
Darling,
It is simply because
You are you
And that
Is more than enough.
 Jun 2015 glenn martin
Perri
I told my mom about events from my past,
events that shaped my bitter bones,
memories that will forever last.

I regret telling her
I had no friends until age 9
and that people would tell me
that they wish I would die.
I should have never informed her
that when I was young,
the pain people would bring to me,
tell me that I would never feel love.
I wish I didn't let her know
of the words people would constantly throw
my way.
How I would beg the teachers daily,
to not force me to go out to "play".

I was so ashamed
of the 12 grades of toucher,
until the day I was finally free.
But unfortunately,
all this damage,
it has taken far too much
away from me.

Now I am uncomfortable,
knowing that she now knows
everything I have kept covered.
I don't like people's concerns,
it makes me uneasy when they care;
I become smothered.
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