You stare me up and down,
send sweet smiles my way;
whisper in my ear,
how you think about me all day.
Grab me from behind,
tug on my hair too;
give me kisses on my neck,
take me home with you.
I need you to touch me,
now undress me nice and slow;
slide my ******* down,
get me ready to go.
Lie me down on your bed,
spread my legs open wide;
slide your fingers in first,
then bury your head between my thighs.
"I read your poem and you struck me as a *****, thirsty gal" - T R S
I catch myself seeking you out
when I know you're miles away,
and I hate myself for thinking about
you and your face everyday.
I wonder sometimes how you do it?
How you carry on without concern...
how you get so close but not feel ****?
That's something I wish I could learn.
Because loving you is killing me
but I don't know how to refrain,
and I know that you will never see
that it causes me so much pain.
Cuz I'm cursed with too much emotion,
and I'm fragile with a heart of glass,
I'm bound by a false sense of devotion,
and I can't let go of the past.
And I hate you for not loving me
and I know that just isn't fair,
I know I'm nothing....I'm nobody
for which you should even care.
I thought time would help subside
any feelings I had for you,
but they have only intensified...
I wish it wasn't true.
I'm sorry I ever started all this
it's something I truly regret,
but I'm still glad you gave me that kiss
it was one I will never forget...
Just another poem about he who's name shall not be spoken! Lol
in the stillness
Like a lake.
But it's so small.
It's all I have,
and ever needed.
I bled my heart and soul
into the pond across the street.
It's bleak to think that
It never mattered
and I would bet my soul
that it's mind
and the blue sky above
just hold your nose
and let no water in
just let me say
whatever should have been.
Just taste the hesitation
Out of all the kurfuffle
Out of air, we've stuffed
Our own misplacen muffler
Half full of air
and half full of horrorshows.
As of late.
Make maiden mating hatred.
And hold a hoard of hellhole ears against the hard of hearing.
It's searing molten gold,
the type of metal that showed how
showers of sparks
showed us how hate and hearts can hold us hostage.
Life feels so hollow,
the world an **** grey.
Your mind is cloudy,
Your heart full of dead weight;
with this gnawing rage inside
you have to fight everyday.
You wonder what you’re here for,
or if there’s a reason to stay.
Then one day you’re caught off guard,
unable to shield yourself;
or protect your heart.
Blinded by the brightest star,
you chase it deep into the sky.
You never felt such a strong force in your life.
Soon you fall under its spell,
overcome by the magnetic light.
So you follow and don’t look back,
Leaving everything else behind.
Don’t let em see you laugh.
You don’t need their praise.
When you notice they're hurt,
just look the other way.
They only own broken things,
isn’t that a shame.
Oh well, spit them out;
you know it’s cold everyday.
Stand tall, never cower on the ground.
The weak can’t knock you down.
You’re untouchable, and it makes you proud.
So you smile inside, but only show them a frown.
sharper than steel
your words stab me
like a blade
slicing through the night
through my heart
carving out the deepest parts
driving them into the dirt
and every single word
dries out my lungs
and leaves me on the ground
like the letters i wrote
and as you walk away
i feel the last whisper of hope
seep from the darkest parts of my soul
"sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can break your heart"