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Golden sun and molten chocolate
under a tree
full of birds singing
babies swinging and slipping
an old man sleeping
in dreamy reverie.

I took the second right
and right before me
emerged the paradise.

They pecked my cheeks
the children unescorted
wind spreading soft on my skin
their rose tinted saliva.

I pushed a swing
and her giggles
filled the air with mist.

She soared
and when almost
her feet touched the sky
came down upon the grass.

I took the second right
and there wasn't a park,
only dusty grills
with a rusted lock.

The rosy lips
were still whispering
on my cheeks.
For all the children dreaming of open space and freedom.
 Feb 9 life's jump
Nylee
Shed few tears more
Five years are no less
I break my back for you
For seeing the disdain on your face
Gave you more than love
Respect is a bitter fruit

It's all over
Written on my face
Running away from your case
Filing letters of application
Get myself out of this situation

Nights are sleepless
You running like a reel in my brain
Speaking all the words that you said
You read me like a book
But I have coloured all pages

Murky road ahead, future seems dull
I am not meant for this
I should throw away every snip
Track back to the right track
This is all going to be biting back.
Hearts are broken
through disappointment

Hearts are broken
through bereavement

Hearts are broken
in ways so unflurled

Because this is a heartbreaking world
i had the windows open

the heat

and of all the nights
not to be able to fall asleep

and the neighbors had their
bedroom window open, too

some songs you never forget

and he played the same song
over and over
likeĀ ocean waves cresting,
falling onto the sands of time
and never lost in memory

yeah, the fireman
had a wife and child

some songs stay with you

touch you some place
to deep to descern

some corner of your mind
holds it tightly, angrily,
hidden away in that dark corner
of never forget

i don't know who sang it
or the title
but i learned every line
that late august night

it ended with

"Lord it'sad to be alone
help me through this night"

and the fireman turned off the stereo

no muffled sound
no flicker of light
just the shot


"Lord it's sad to be alone
help me through this night..."

some songs play over and over

... on and on...
Which is louder heart or head?
Why can I not ever decide?
Silence is my only answer
Solution I have yet to find

You create escape for yourself
Why did you not just say so?
Silence is the deepest cut
Worse than you letting me go
Written 2-13-21
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