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  Mar 2015 kristen wilson
Tee Beverly
This morning on the train I saw a man who had lips like you. Slender and firm, lovingly powerful, perfectly matched for mine. A pang through the heart as he walked away - just like you.
kristen wilson Mar 2015
I slept in your shirt and
dreamt of kissing you
but when I woke, you weren't there.  
I felt your warm body
Next to me because
I wanted to be beside you so badly
Somehow I felt you there.

I don't think anyone
Understands what it's like
To be completely taken over
To the point of physically collapsing
From the shock of the unforgettable words that break your soul beyond the point of anyone fixing.
kristen wilson Mar 2015
How
I must realize that there is more beauty in this world
Then just the galaxies I see in your eyes,
Or the sting in my veins when you hug me tighter.
But how
How can I possibly write about the stars when I see you in them,
How can I write about the wind when I feel you in it...
I must write about something more, more than just the ache in my soul when your gone,
or how I get high off your kiss.
But what is more exhilarating
then seeing everything more beautifully,
Because of you?
For you
kristen wilson Mar 2015
How I'd like to go back
when the days were warm
and nights were lit up by a dim moon
so carefully placed with an abundance of stars

How I'd like to go back
to sitting quietly next to you
on the damp grass outside in the dark
looking over to see the light of the moon
beautifully caress your face

How I'd love to go back
to breathing in the summer night
and tasting your sweet kiss

How I need to go back and just *be
  Mar 2015 kristen wilson
ㅡjatm
did you ever see
someone who
is so beautiful
and astonishing
that you can't breathe?
that is you, love
and i miss you,
especially your smile
that's sweet as candy,
and im craving
a gaze from your
hazel brown eyes.
(j.a.t.m)
I miss him so much, my heart is aching for him.
kristen wilson Feb 2015
I'm not sure why I feel so broken
As if a piece of me I never knew
I had, is gone.
An empty void in my heart that
never seems to fill.
I feel as if my endless thoughts
are consuming whats left in me
I can think back and remember
when I fell in love with you
But I can't seem to remember
when I lost myself
If being in love consists of losing
pieces of yourself in someone else-
I never want to love again.

-k.w
kristen wilson Feb 2015
I compare your eyes
            To the red autumns sky

               I think of you
            As a polychromatic sunset

              Your lips a beautiful painting
             A form of abstract art
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