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Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
You are the ying, to my yang,
The zing to my zang,
The peanutbutter to my jelly,
The reason for these butterflies, I feel in my belly,
And believe me when I tell you,
All of this is true, because baby, we both know,
Im completely and unconditionally,
In love with you.
Just something cute I wrote, Things that were running through my mind.
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
Oh what a wild ******* night,
Danced until it all felt right,
Let go of our troubles, for just a little while,
To have a bit of fun, to act like a child,

Yeah, we danced, danced until our feet hurt,
And our voices run dry,
Danced until we forgot about that usually pain stained smile,

You know, that mask we always used to wear,
and say everything was fine,
Well baby, tonight, it was real,
For one time in my life,

That pain stained smile wasn't haunting my mind,
We were just dancing, and having a good time,
So again, I say, what a wild ******* night,
Why can't we all act like this, all the time,
That would be the ******* life.
All I can say is, wow..that party was ******* fun..
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
The little things that you say,
They just, they drive me ******* wild,
Who would've known this is what love feels like,
Not what I expected, but better,
Better than I could have ever asked for.

When we first met,
This isn't how I pictured us, but, like I said, its better,
We talked for a while, and then, i dont know, I started feeling something more,
What at first I believed to be a little crush,
Oh god, who the **** am I kidding, it was love,
It was just, love.

Unconditional, full blown heartache, love.
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
Where,
Please, show me the way out,
I don't see any shining lights,
Ofcourse,
I can't see much right now,
With the tears clouding my eyes,
You told me I have to find it,
I have to look for it on my own time,
And I will,
I'll do it,
Just like I found the ability to make these words rhyme,
I'll find a way out,
A way out of this brutal, heartbreaking life.
Based off of a conversation I had, not even a few hours ago.
Thanks. To the person that made me realize, I have to do this myself,
But it really does help to have one special someone to talk to along the way.
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
Bracelets decorate my arms,
Only because I'd rather you see them, than the scars,
The decorations that tell the story of my past,
Not just a decoration,
But a forever adornment,
They'll never leave me, never let me have any peace,

Why am I openly expressing these feeling now, you ask,
I'm searching for this unreachable thing called forgiveness,
Because the memories will never let me be,
The guilt, it still walks with me, trudging, ever so slowly,
I can't forgive myself for something like this, I hurt you,
Something I promised my self I'd never do,
And I promise myself now,
That never again, will I hurt you by hurting myself,

It's just not worth it you see,
Not worth loosing you,
You're the single best thing that has ever happened to me,
And I'm not throwing all of it away,
For even a little bit of a temporary sensation of mind numbing pain.
I won't loose you. not for a small sensation that is only lost anyway.
Johnnie Rae Jun 2012
hauntingly beautiful,
but completely repulsive,
i've never been so digusted by my own blood,

one minute you're sober,
next thing I know, everything flips over,
you're drinking 2 bottles at once,

you think we're having fun,
like its all a big joke,
I dont think i've ever seen you this bloated,

for once, I was just hoping,
that we can go through, no pain,
but I see, my request for peace was denied.
Johnnie Rae May 2012
Take a look in the mirror,
Is this problem getting any clearer?
You're a shell of a woman,
Completely hollow,

Scars they decorate your arms,
And that bracelet with 3 little charms,
That one your daddy gave you for christmas,
Right before he left us,
He left for the country, wanted to get away from the high life,
Go back to where things were simple,

That bracelet,
Its your only connection to him
And you never take it off,
You say you never will,
And there are parts of me that believe you,

The three little charms,
Ballet slippers, for when you took tap,
Saxophone, for the side of you that loved jazz,
And a heart, to let you know he loved you from the start,
He'll love you until the end, even if you never see him again.

Daddy isn't doing so great,
Lost nearly half his weight,
And as he lay on his death bed,
All he wants to do,
Is see his little girl again,

He takes his last breath, screaming your name,
Now all you want to do is go back in time, and warn him,
Warn him of what is to come, tell him to stay with you until his final day,

And ofcourse, he wouldn't listen,
But atleast you would have been able to try,
Try and save your dads life.
Completely fictional,  I just like the way it flows, Critism is always appreciated.
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