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Jun 2016 · 471
you;
A Jun 2016
My life was a blur, all the days have gone past,
and I lived with the thought that nothing would last.
I was lost in the dark, finding my way through,
until the day that I met you.

You set my soul on fire, with crimson glow,
and all the light in me continued to flow.
We were a perfect match, and so they would say,
but maybe that's why we burned out, one day.

You planted wings on my heart, and as it set out to fly,
that's when I found out it's all just a lie.
Your lies were bullets, and your mouth was a gun,
and all of it felt like I was too close to the sun.

We were just two different people, nothing more, nothing less,
and maybe you leaving me, is for the best.
You had my heart in your hands, yet you dropped it to the floor,
then you acted like nothing happened, and just closed the door.
Nov 2015 · 267
hello;
A Nov 2015
I know I am not worthy,
for a piece of your soul;
but do you feel anything?
or do you feel nothing at all?

When are gazes meet,
and our stares lock,
do you feel something deep?
or do I just push my luck?

And my heart is now bruised,
with your lies and false hopes.
My soul felt so used,
like I was walking on tight rope.
May 2015 · 1.7k
measurements;
A May 2015
If my love for you were a dollar,
I'd have a lot of gold;
if my love for you were an iceberg,
the world would be freezing cold.

If my love for you were a flower,
gardens would be everywhere;
and if my love for you were power,
I'd rule the world without despair.
May 2015 · 289
lost, not found;
A May 2015
I was lost in the dark trying so hard
to find light amidst the gloom.
I was close to giving up when I found you,
and hope started to bloom.

You told me you would never leave me,
and I fell under your spell.
But they were just an ocean of lies
and when you left, it hurt like hell.

And so once again I was
left crumbling to the ground.
I start to ask myself again,
'when will the light be found?'
May 2015 · 583
flower with thorns;
A May 2015
So I danced along the current of pain and agony, until the day we met.
I was like a rose with thorns, so how afraid you might get?
But you watered me everyday, making me bloom to the core,
And as you disappear, I wither, with misery swallowing me in, once more.

— The End —