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Lauren May 2013
I'm drowning under my sheer mediocrity
My ability to confound all talent into an average work
The ambition which drives me
Lessened by the hollow sense of inadequate-ness
That seems to breathe on my neck
At every hour of the day
Oh hey there you are breathing down my neck again
Lauren May 2013
We flourished in the rain like stars spring up in the night

All those wet kisses that the sky could never wash away

And the jackets we shared, just to keep our arms from soaking wet

The cuddled days in solitude

While we let the clouds hide us; be our fort for the hour

One day, the sun came out

Confusing us like children who never understand death when they see it

And suddenly; there’s no need for the jackets that intertwined our scents together

Or the days spent playing house under the low hanging rain

There was only a need to shed our gloomy coats and watered down love

And to stop building forts out of clouds.

— The End —