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She loved him as if she rode on a carousel
the enchantment, the dream, the fleeting reality
of him sitting a distance from her.
No matter how much they moved,
she didn't know how to reach him
or to catch up with him.
Because once the ride ends
she has to grow up and leave,
stepping out into a world
where she's no longer the princess
and he's no longer her prince.
...
To have loved you and have left,
I will never be sure if the time will come
for me to love you again.
But I know the magic will be there
every time "I see you in the night sky
and hear your laughter in the stars"--
that I will always remember.
You don't have to be in front of me
and I don't have to see you
for us to know I love you.
Because "it is with the heart that is essential
but is invisible to the eye".
...
I love you, my prince.
And no matter how many moons are out there,
you're the first I have ventured to and admired from afar:
that make's you my moon.
i was remembering how it felt to ride the carousel while i thought of "the little prince" movie scenes playing in my head, here is my new write. quoted are from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince. The sun is about to set, and I can see the moon.

Wjh, this is for you again. Sometimes my writings don't say much or don't make sense but please know I love you in every and any way.
i wanna write happy poems
that make people smile
that make them feel alive
but everytime i try to write
what i feel inside
it's all dark
and the paper star to cry
and my demons start to draw
and my tears start to fall
and my heart start to heart
and everything began to darken
now im just sad again
who am i
to have the right
to shoot an arrow
into your heart
to make you love me?

sadly my name's not cupid.

but then again,
nor does cupid exist.
You see
A person only truly falls in love
Once in their life time
And once that time is used up
There is no more.
You can lie to yourself
And to others
But if you were truly in love with them
That love cannot be undone.
I am in love.
A love that won't go away
With my best friend.
I fell off
The bridge of love
And into the waters
Where he followed
But his love came with strings attached
A bungee
And he jumped back up
And left me sitting there in the waters
While he's up on the bridge
Calling me up there
While I'm wishing him down here
And I have no bungee.
It's a mess.
Under skies so bright and brilliant
How do I dare cry?
Spanning space and time endlessly
Dreams in every sigh.
But I feel trapped when he storms
A twisted haunting scream
And I should leave his clenched fists
His voice gone to the wind
But everywhere is undersky
There's nowhere left for me to hide.
When he rains he drowns me
Oceans at a time
I am stuck under each wave
And he doesn't get why.
He is a twister ******* me in
Wrapping me around his finger
He wishes I'd just be a cloud
A pawn in his next disaster.
It's not always a summer day
When you lay in the grass and breathe
When you can daydream under skies,
Under skies at peace.
Appreciate him from a distance
Fall in love with the way he talks
If you can desire him when he's beautiful
Maybe you can survive him when he's not.
I thought I could handle harsh weather
I was a bit of a storm myself,
But I was the sprinkle of a watering can
And he was something else.
Time is linear you can't stop the flow
So I put my faith in forward
While I wait for it not to show
When I can go out without searching
Drive by without looking
See without feeling
Until "underskies" has only one meaning
When a warm breeze wraps around me
And I no longer feel the ghost of your arms
I will know where I am;
Under the sky.
maybe in another life.
Funny how a photograph can pump blood
I only have one of you, it isn't mine
it sits here backlit
shared with all that would gladly drown in those mischief eyes.
Your smile, a moment of calm, a second of perfection caught, always brings my own.
There is no beauty like yours, no work of art has ever made me want to overflow with passion the way you do. I could write countless poems, a thousand odes to your dimples, a million sonnets to your curls, a billion lovesongs to your eyes to no avail. So I'll laugh at your jokes, and be a sturdy shoulder, a friend.  I'll wish the best for you always, while your heart keeps my secret safe. Poets shouldn't fall in love with the unloved, there aren't enough words to describe the agony.
please forgive me if my words start to fall apart

i’ve been repeating them to myself for hours

but in your presence my heart seems to speak for me

and it is broken so it has no words

so forgive me if my voice cracks,

if it breaks

i’m sorry because it’s my heart speaking for me

so please forgive me if my sentences aren’t strung together beautifully

it’s because there is nothing beautiful about this

i need to let go

so that one day

one day my words will be perfect

my sentences flowing utterly flawlessly

and there will be no crack,

no pause

and no break in this voice of mine

because one day my heart will be speaking for me

healed and strong

so forgive me but i’ll hold my words until that day
Gabrielle
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