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Kay Oct 2013
you, my friend, are a sheet of glass
held tightly by your parents' grasps
a surface with flawless polished perfection
that will attempt any kind of deflection
to things that don't fit in the square
of your firm structure that stays there

so rigid and stiff in what you do
i wish i could get through to you
but you are still a sheet of glass
so all my light will only pass
and at the slightest breaks or bends
your glass will shatter beyond amends
Kay Sep 2013
Beats dropping
Sweat dripping
Humid air
And heavy breaths
“Wanna dance?”
Grabbing hands
Feel your body
Through the rhythm
Quick glances
Swift smiles
See the hair
Stuck to your face
Have to go
Moving on
But wish our dance
Could last til dawn
Kay Sep 2013
New love is quite a beautiful thing
You want to dance, you want to sing
You see his face, can’t help but grin
There’s so much joy, you take it in
You make each other laugh and smile
Both hoping this love will last for awhile
Kay Sep 2013
You came to me and said it
like nothing would be wrong,
not thinking it would hurt me;
I’m trying to stay strong.
A kiss is still a kiss!
No matter whom it’s with.
If it didn’t mean a thing
then why did you do it?
I just can’t understand
why you’d think it’s okay.
It’s not a large demand
to stay loyal while I’m away.
Thoughts are running through my head:
What?
How?
Can I trust you now?
I think I can, we talked it out.
But in my mind, there is some doubt.
I have to learn how to forgive
so our relationship can live.
I want this to work – I really do.
There’s no one more perfect for me than you.
We’re both humans – we make mistakes,
but this is making my heart ache.
Kay Sep 2013
Why do I hurt the people I love?
And yet I let bullies chastise and shove.
I sit in a silence and take all their hate,
but to my confidants, I yell with irate.

Why offend the people who care?
I cry and scream until they can’t bear.
But to the cruel people, I can’t take a stand.
I shrink and dissolve into small grains of sand.

Why must I **** my friends with my words?
It makes them hurt like stabbing with swords.
I sometimes can make them the lowest of low,
so cold and alone under ten feet of snow.

Why would I ignore my best friend for years,
Making us both run deplete out of tears?
Just thinking about will keep me awake.
The worst I have ever made someone’s heart break.

Why can’t I just direct my ill temper
to those who give my life a large damper?
Instead of hurting the ones that I love.
Instead of hurting the ones that I love.

— The End —