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 Jun 2013 Katherine
Connor Brown
What is your fear—that you are not
beautiful?
The valley's are jealous, my true.

The story is truer than you will
not know,
trailing roots in the rivers of snow.

The patterns of sand the Sahara
makes by hand
can't grasp your vexing shape.

And it is your heart I so found in
the dark,
nestled stark in the moss of a cave.

What is your fear—that they will not
love you?
Be patient once more, my sky.

The moon will deceive you to thinking
that so,
but—listen, my love—not I.
on all of my legal documents my "address"
is listed as Woodgate Lane
but that's not really my home.

my home is by your side
arm in arm
soul in soul
floating on velvet sunsets on summer days
laughing and smiling
and growing and falling
farther and farther in love
sharing this small slice of infinity we call our lives.
Blood red lips
Flaxen locks
Sea blue eyes

Delicate hands
Showing her nerves
Clasped, then released

Flawless ivory skin
Conceals a marred soul,
Billows of remorse

Windows to her grave thoughts
Tainted with  dark secrets
That she will never tell.
It's a bit dark for me, but honestly I needed to get what I was feeling out or I was going to explode into tears and confusion in the middle of class. Update: I took the plunge and submitted this to my school's yearbook committee to be published din their annual literature magazine.... Gah! I'm finally in print!! Thanks so much to every one of you for the support!
On our last day, I said that it wasn't goodbye.
I realize now that it was a futile attempt to retain hope...
The hope I'd see your smile again,
The way it lights up your face
And I can't help but return the gift.
The hope I'd hear your voice again,
The voice that makes my heart want to melt,
It puts me both at ease and sets my pulse racing.
The hope I'd be able to gaze
Into those mysterious blue orbs
And not be afraid of the future.
The hope I'd call you darling,
Just as I have in all my dreams.
The hope I'd finally confess the words
That  have swirled in both my mind and heart
Since we first met.
The hope you'd hold me in your arms,
Making up for all tears and lost time.
This is what I've longed to say to your for gosh knows how long, but I realized that I can't tell you this because you being happy is more important to me than my selfish hopes.
I search every crowd
For your face, but it's futile
For it won't be found
When I was walking through the halls, it suddenly hit me that I'm searching for your familiar face.
In eyes, tears sparkle
Like early morning dewdrops,
Making pain beauty.
Just a little something that popped into my head last night when I couldn't sleep.
Your scent envelops
Me as I desperately
Cling to the pillows.
Even after you had left, your essence still lingered
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