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Don’t cry, for the relationship we lost
Cry because it happened.

Don’t cry, because I am no longer there
Cry because I once did care.

Don’t cry, because of time that has now gone
Cry because of all the memories that you made with me.

Don’t cry, too much
Time will continue to pass.

Please don’t cry because you think you failed.
Cry because you succeeded,
and because, it meant something.
Not because, it meant nothing.
Please do cry, as much as you want, because there, once was, a you and me.


© By HF-Whisper
8/7/2021-9:40PM
 Sep 2021 Jason
Alicia
17
 Sep 2021 Jason
Alicia
17
I stood between my father's fist
and my brother
dared to say the words
hit me instead
you know it's what you want
bulging red eyes
and a thousand-mile stare
17
and bravely standing up
to my lifelong bully
and at that moment
I reclaimed my value
he knew I was no longer scared
 Sep 2021 Jason
Maddy
The blue macaw kept squawking
The red panda played hide and seek
The penguins were with their forever partners
Then you came to mind
Dear friend stop looking
Hope he drops from the universe
Pops up in Starbucks
Finds you at Reagan or LAX
Heath row ir wherever you go
Your one and only is out there
Hope you find him
Want to dance at your wedding
Find him
Who you are looking for
He is looking for you, too.

C@rainbowchaser2021
Wish upon a falling star
Many wishes ascending to the sky
Looking in the blue black night
While waiting for a falling star
Catching someone else’s wish
from afar.



Shell ✨🐚
Night star wish
 Sep 2021 Jason
DElizabeth
I want to remember
what it feels like
to kiss you gently & slowly
to the beat of our hearts
in sync,
catching our breath. . .

Will there ever be a time
when I can look into your
eyes without another pair
watching?

I want to know what it is like
to give you my attention &
all of my passion
without a poisonous thought
of doubt creeping into
my mind. . .

Will there ever be a time
when I can feel your
undeniable attention begging
to have a glimpse of
my aching soul? . . .

When is our turning page?
Will there ever be? . . .

Papercuts is all I feel,
when do I get to
feel your safety
overwhelm me? . . .

Will there ever be a time
when I get to whisper
that nothing makes me stronger
than your fragile heart? . . .

Wherever you go,
I want to be there. . .
as long as you want me to
be there too.
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