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 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Crimsyy
Feels like you're
gone already,
hold me as I cry,
yes tears will flow
but baby won't you
save me before
my heart dies?

And I know
our party isn't over,
but I don't want
to live through this ache sober,
It's getting to my head,
my mind's cancer already
deemed you dead.

Before I blow out the
candles on our party cake,
There's only one wish
That I'll make;
Let us live on.
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Crimsyy
I might have left it too late,
too late to notice that
you occupy my heart and
without you, it'd be empty,
devoid of love,
but distancing myself from you
sounds like drowning myself
in blacker shades of blue.

And you're still living,
and you're still breathing,
and this don't sound
like the me I knew,
but then again, maybe
the me from nowadays is new,
the me from today and yesterday
will be dying tomorrow day,
but tomorrow day,
will you still hold me tight?

Oh the fear of being alone
plagues my head,
the fear of losing you
has become my shadow,
following me everywhere,
even into the dark
where shade is not
meant to be found,
my bedroom light feels like
the light of a thousand suns,
it burns my face.

God, how could i fall in so deep?
God, I cannot even speak,
God, I wish for eternal sleep,
what I seek keeps escaping me
in such cruel ways,

Baby I'm in a trance,
and my feet know
only your dance;
Please wait patiently for me
to snap out of it.
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
J Petunia
Things are changin
An I aint lyin
Theres much to be said
About public cryin

I say I cant
Open myself
You say you can't
so put me on a shelf

Now and then
it begins
and when I get started
seems we're parted

This place is full
of folks who write
Now for me its
gone, tonight

Cryin alone
Cut me to the bone
Not with words
Shunned me off alone

So ***** you
and the horse you
rode in on.
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Crimsyy
I can't comprehend
why you'd want to hide,
today there's no kiss,
no holding hands,
just a regular goodbye.
So who am I to you?
I won't sink down for you..
Going to stay alive,
won't blame myself,
won't paint myself blue.
 Sep 2016 John Rameu
Crimsyy
It is

my own mind

that hinders me

from feeling freedom

hit my wings and make me fly.

It is my own tired mind

it is me so beg my blood to flow

Will you sweep up my mess for me?

My broom broke long ago.
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