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Some times he wins
And I'd like to say
its all because I let him,
but really,
he's just
That Good

He doesn't make me loose control
But sometimes,
He makes it feel good
Feel just good enough to let go
If a butterfly
Can cause a hurricane
Half a world away
Why can't one person
Change the world
In the part where they lay
It's Dark*
And I'm cold
All the covers
Bunched up on your side
If I reach
Stretching just so
My fingertips
May just graze
Your warm skin
And when I try
To move closer
Just a bit
You seem to drift away
  
        Can you feel me?
My desperation,
See it in your dreams?
   Does my skin chill you?
Every time my fingertips
  Dance   across yours

I can hear you
Your shallow breathing
It's keeping me awake
Every time you breathe in
         You take
A little more
Of me
Into you
But with every breath
You push
Even more
Of me
  Out
Into the universe
Still away from me

I'm laying here
With you
Just out of reach
It's dark
And I'm cold*
But you're still asleep.
Mostly,
I just wonder
If the people around you
Know my name
I really don't want to be here.
Or anywhere that I've been before.
I want new places, new people, new experiences.
I want to be so far away from everything I know.
And everyone I know.
Cause all this has really gotten old.
Sixteen has never tasted so sweet,
Her innocence stains my teeth
Her essence rolls over my tongue
And sits in my cheek
Her taste leave me breathless
Unable to speak
Her grip tightens
Her head lulls back
She breaths in
Heated, laborious breaths
In her eyes
I see untouched depths
I play her nerves like puppet strings
Prompting and pulling her
To heights unseen

We tumble into euphoria
In a fervor of hands and lips
In the light of the moon
We're transported with a *kiss
A bit different from what I usually write. I'm not quite sure about it... I wasn't sure if I ended it correctly. Got a bit lost somewhere in there :/
But if I died,
Would you love me then?
Would you mourn me, 
Plant flowers on my grave?
Pray for me, 
With every passing day.
If I died
Would you see my beauty then?
Tell people, 
That if I had another chance
You wouldn't make the same mistakes again? 
Would you cry at my funeral?


*Would you even attend
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