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I’m not going to tell you
you’re more than the sum of your parts.
I’m not going to tell you
the thing that I’m after is your heart.

But I might ask to take you home.
Only because you look like you live alone.

In the morning I won’t ask
If I can stay here just a little longer.
Because We’re not in love,
We’re in fear of it and thats stronger.

But I might ask you to give me a call
Whenever you are feeling down or small.

Cause thats when you like me best.
have                                                                                  you
ever                      ­                                                 noticed
crescent                                                             moons
always                                                  turn up
with a                                        smile
never down with a frown?
Ever noticed that?


SoulSurvivor
Even the heavens smile!
 Sep 2014 Hayley Cusick
Rupal
Us 10W
 Sep 2014 Hayley Cusick
Rupal
There is a time and place for
Everything
Everyone
NOWHERE.
 Sep 2014 Hayley Cusick
Dag J
acknowledgments of
temptations of the past

tormented fields of
inappropriate flashbacks
memories of wanting
evolving into a new
self
dj 2014
I always liked chocolate
And perhaps that's why
I fell in love with your eyes.


F.Z.N
 Sep 2014 Hayley Cusick
Chance
If everyone has their own demons to fight
I am too weak to continue
If everyone is able to still go on with their day to day life
I don't possess the same strength that is within you
 Sep 2014 Hayley Cusick
M Clement
Every single little **** who thinks he’s entitled to his own opinions
Eats liver on the back of the nymphomaniac’s forefront
        Vulgarity for the sake of such

If there was anything I could tell you
It would be to go away
I don’t need you here
But who are you
And what am I?
And why is he?
And how is she?

Messages of forlorn from me to you
You and I
Sky is pi
And ridiculous atrocities through 10 story buildings

Russian mobsters break my wrists
And make it so my wings lift me higher

Let’s speak in forked tongues about the future
Let’s speak in future about tongues

I feel like I need more gasoline in my veins
I gotta keep going somehow

I’m not writing for you.
I used to, I used to,
I used to write for you.
I still poetically stutter.

Write for me, write for You?
Write for me.
Writing for me for now.
Hopefully there’s a shift in the paradigm.
I just wrote, not for likes, not for anyone. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I guess somewhere in there is reality.
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