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 Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
Cathyy
Well we were okay once,
So we'll be okay separately..
But when you see them next,
I hope you'll ask about me

And when I'm missing for days
Gone with the night
I'll be missing your face
I'll be far from alright

But when you read these words
I hope you'll ask about me.

'Cause I've got all these plans,
All these 'I Will's' and 'I Can's'
But I'm not as strong as they make me out to be
No, only determined.

So when you stumble across my lyrical pain
I hope you'll find it in you to spare me a thought
Every now and again

See I don't want to love another Greek Goddess,
But rather a Blue Moon, bluer than blue
So I hope you'll ask about me
When you hear that I still ask about you

I hope it's nice where you are,
I hope your beauty stays truer than true
My dear,
Love ***** you up
I've seen it time and time again
And still, I fail to understand
Why we do this to ourselves

For days
We're in a constant craze
Nothing else is on our minds
But that one person

That one stupid boy-
Who walks all over you
Who lies and cheats and truly, doesn't meet your needs
He has you on your knees
He won't set you on your feet
But you won't leave

No respect, just a bunch of ******* you don't deserve
But still
Even though you see the dagger poised
You leave your heart in his hands
Because he has a beautiful tongue
And his apologies are gold spun

We lie to ourselves just as much as those good for nothing ******* lie to us
A lie to justify every deceitful thing that slips past his lips
Lies keep you company
On those dark and lonely nights
But a lie can never hide the truth forever
And sooner or later
We all have to admit
That we've been blindsided by love, once again.
For that one person we all know, that can't let go
 Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
Xyns
I'm sorry
If I've ever hurt you

I've never been gentle

I'm sorry
If I've ever mistreated you

I've never been too nice

I'm sorry
If I've ever degraded you

I've never been understanding

I'm sorry
If I've never made you happy

I've always tried

I'm sorry
If I've never measured up

I've always attempted to

I'm sorry
If I've never been good enough

I've always been a failure
 Apr 2014 Lyasia Forsythe
Lois
We are the crazy kids,
Crazy naive teenagers they say;
They expect greater, but they kills us as if we're less

9 year old's are cutting
6 year old's are swearing
14 year old's are smoking
11 year old's are drinking
16 year old's are getting pregnant
17 year old's are getting high
18 year old's are wasted
19 year old's are drop outs

No no no no no no
That's just the thing, they expect us to be someone who can possibly meet their standards
They say that our generation is reckless and stupid,
but are they forgetting who raised it?
They think it's easy,
They think they're always there to save us,
but little they did know
we already died
years ago
pretending we haven't
I want to marry you
I want to marry this 17 year old naivity

I want to collect it and put it in a glass box for the whole world to see

I want to freeze frame, pause time, snapshot

This photo of us

This moment filled with nothing but young love and lust

I want to drown in this bliss

Stay forever underneath the surface

I want to swim in eternal happiness

And never come up for air.
If you've found someone who makes you want to write poetry
even if you're **** at it
you've found love
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