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kgl Mar 2014
after the last time
I don't even want to admit
that I feel something akin to a connection
to a person with the potential
to so easily tear me apart

I am frightened
can't begin to think about
how I would ever be able to tell you
that I walk home every day
just to see your face
to watch the sunlight reflect
from your ocean eyes.
kgl Mar 2014
i'll watch your eyes when you are speaking,
to ensure your love is true
'cause i'm a hopeless overthinker
and that's simply what we do.

i will recall our conversations,
analyse the things you say
'cause i'm a hopeless overthinker
and i guess that's just our way.

i'll hold your hand when you are lonely
learn your dreams and heartaches too
'cause i'm a hopeless overthinker
hopelessly in love with you.
kgl Mar 2014
it was beautiful,
as most things are in their simplicity.
nothing more necessary than the presence of those
whose hearts hold a space once occupied by you.
there were flowers, and there was sunlight,
and the birds greeted me with a melancholic joy;
they, like you, are free, untempered by life's inequity.
i looked up to the sky, and it was beautiful.
kgl Dec 2013
Something I never understand,
(but ponder quite a lot)
is how boys get away with things
that girls simply cannot.
A man can boast about his feats,
and all pronounce him clever,
but a woman is conceited
if she speaks of her endeavor.
And tell me, why is 'bachelor'
a more attractive word
than the female term of 'spinster'
and the concept that's inferred?

It's this gender inequality
that renders women shamed
by the ****** exploitation
for which they're always blamed.
Whilst men are given status for
the women they've undressed,
so after this, please tell me now;
which gender has it best?
kgl Dec 2013
today
you slumped in your seat
head inclined towards my shoulder
as your eyes flickered open.
I felt the warmth of your gaze upon my face
so I turned to face you
and you looked away.
so for now I'll just sit in silence
and feel the comforting pressure of your arm against mine.
kgl Nov 2013
i am writing you a poem
and i'll show it you someday
when we're bigger, better, bolder
when we've chased our fears away
when we've gathered up our courage
and we've swallowed all our pride
i'd give the world and all i had
to be there by your side
kgl Nov 2013
She
there's a girl whom we both know
a demon in disguise
and though she sweetly smiles at me
it never meets her eyes

she looks at you with longing
on her face, as clear as day
pretends to like the things you like
repeats the things you say

she likes to give me daggers
when she thinks you cannot see
but though she thinks she's got it all
she simply isn't me.
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