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Matt Walsh Jan 2013
I play sports but

Basketball

Was never my game

Don’t get me wrong
I’ve dunked a few times

But when I shoot

I never score

And

Once again,

Become

The Rebound
Matt Walsh Dec 2012
Get up shower and get ready
For today your heart won’t be so heavy
Today is the big wedding

Suit up smile on get the ring ready
She’ll waltz in slowly keep the knees steady
Finally two will become one

Stand here look there wait for the bride
Here She comes with a slow steady stride
Closer closer closer right past your eyes

See them smell Her hear the vows
She and your old friend you look down how
You were too afraid to get Her back

A kiss too late to have Her now
Matt Walsh Dec 2012
Who me?
I’m not alone in this bed
I’m not closing my eyes
I’m not pretending this pillow is your body in my head

Alone you say?
I wasn’t lying on the floor
There were no tears here
I wasn’t yelling promises to you that I could offer so much more

Want you back?
That I would never
You’d make me so happy
All the pain and sorrow you simply would sever

Leaving already?
Yeah maybe you should
I don’t want to bother you
But your smile and sweet perfume make me wish that I would
Matt Walsh Nov 2012
If we were stuck in outer space
I'd give you my space helmet
Because you take my breath away
Anyway
Matt Walsh Nov 2012
How is it
That some time
Can make a
Sun bright beautiful
Like you turn
Into the opposite
A black hole
Dark and devoid
Of any life

Our words would
Happily orbit around
Our smiles and
A simple kiss
Would turn my
World upside down

I hear that
People ask about
Us what happened
You two were
Perfect I don’t
Get it well

Let them know
When a sun
Ceases to exist
The planet who
Orbits around it
Will go dark

And become just
Another floating and
Lifeless space rock

I guess I
Am just a
Starry-eyed kid
Matt Walsh Oct 2012
And why not tomorrow
She wakes up with less sorrow
And leaves bed with less pain

She is strong enough to make it
And lived long enough to shake it
The bygones of yesterday

I envy her badly
Take her hand so gladly
And have her be my queen

She would probably deny this
Probably deny a kiss
From me onto her cheek

And that’s just fine and well
She’s a free soul I can tell
So Ill let her be on her way
Written as I listened to The Avett Brothers
Matt Walsh Oct 2012
Green eyes
Brown hair
It’s your smile
That makes me
Care

Or not even
When you’re here
It’s every season
I’m hot cold and
Always perfect with
Your kisses wherever
They land

Onto me I hope
But I can’t tell
A hit from a
Miss my eyes are
Too busy licking your
Figure over and over

Maybe I looked
Too much
Maybe I didn’t
Say enough
Either way you
Are gone

And its tough
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