Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Raina Mar 2015
*** stained sheets cover my body
everything smells of you
your eyes, they pierced me
like a pick during a lobotomy.
the passion
the tension
it was all too much for me to bear.

I still can't tell if there was hesitation or not
but the feeling of me in your arms is a home I haven't been to in a long time.
you sent waves rushing through my body,
crashing against my shores.

your eyes, those eyes
so sincere, yet so unreadable
what were you thinking
tell me
scream at me
shake me
**** me
let me be yours.
  Mar 2015 Raina
Frank Sampson
Never again will this day be yours.                      With its promise and its hope.                      Never again will its joys and dreams         All be within your scope .                             So treasure each passing moment.               For never again will you see.                       Exactly these same golden moments           Except in your memories .
This poem was written by William  Lovell in 1992 he was best man at my wedding he wrote it for my wife and I
Raina Mar 2015
I try so hard
to be this positive force
but how does one keep it up
when everything is crumbling down?
Raina Mar 2015
let's find each other & lose ourselves
not mine, but just a reminder
Raina Mar 2015
he's just a boy who makes you feel something
but it's an ephemeral something
Raina Mar 2015
we're just two birds in different cages
we sing to each other from across the way

your song is like sunshine
it brings light & warmth to my cold, dark, & rusty cage

but eventually your voice grows weak
you used it too much
you lose it
the song I loved so much is now gone

you try to sing, but your song has changed
what once was so soothing is now muddled & chaotic

it no longer brings me warmth or light
but rather, it shakes my bones & drives me insane

please just find your voice, or stop singing.
Raina Mar 2015
it's the inevitable conversation
what do we do?
and once again there's no answer...

months and months of the same conclusions
months and months of the same words
for absolutely nothing

you're like the fountain of youth
all time is gone when I'm with you
I'm constantly quenched

we both know this is wrong
but we both don't really care
we just want what we want and it's never enough
Next page