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Jenny G Mar 2016
the cold taste of ice cream
the subtle breeze coming in through a window
the warmth from the sun
the sweetness from chocolate
her hair blowing in the wind
as she's walking
to a better place
far from here.
Jenny G Sep 2015
I long for you.
even when I'm with him
I want you.
I can try to imagine that he is you
but he isn't you
*he will never be you.
for him; with love
Jenny G Aug 2015
love*
     graceful and delicate
   but it can go from
     smiling, caring, and laughing
    to
    contemn, despise, and scorn
        and ends up being
        bitter and resentful
      *hate
for him; with love
Jenny G Aug 2015
I was a wreck
I don't want to feel like that ever again
Being nostalgic
All these memories flooding in
And yet I am happy with my choice
Of not being with you
Even though that's not what I wanted
But its for the best

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