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Megan Wilcox Sep 2014
If it wasn't for you
I would be lost
In the abyss of my thoughts
Tearing myself down
With all the pieces on the ground
But you always stick around
To rebuild me anew and better than before
Always helping me more and more
If it wasn't for you*
I wouldn't be the same
And I thank God everyday that you came.
The number one blessing in my life.
Megan Wilcox Sep 2014
Riding in my car
one sunny day
we sang along to the music
that the radio played

You always sang
I usually listened
but I didn't care anymore
that day was different

We looked out the windows
and casually to each other
always making me wonder
if were just friends or lovers

But the ride to your house
never took to long
I always tried to stall
just to hear you sing one more song
One of my favorite memories.
Megan Wilcox Sep 2014
Again and again
we try to be friends
bringing up the past
each mistake bigger than the last
maybe not all of yours
but who's keeping score?

Were trying to make this right
but it always ends with useless fights
who did what, and who did who,
its hard to keep track of what to do.

Do we just stay away
or try again another hopeful day
Do we hold on to what we had
and just forget all the bad?

Again and Again
we always wonder when
if it's okay to try
or just move on and say goodbye
Again and Again
will still always remain friends.
Confusion at its finest.
Megan Wilcox Aug 2014
My darling dear
I wish you were here
away from the stress
of life's daily mess
Thinking of that special someone when life gets a bit rough
Megan Wilcox Aug 2014
I saw you
for the first time
in weeks.

My heart thudded
to a stop
and red were my cheeks.

I've missed you
so much
I could barely breathe.

But it was time for me
to go
I needed to leave.

No final goodbye
or sweet hello
Just another stranger,
A loveless fellow.
Megan Wilcox Aug 2014
I'm lost in your eyes
drowning away
Don't worry about me
I don't want to be saved
Megan Wilcox Apr 2014
Do pricetags hang from our wrist,
Displaying our worth, on some tiny list?
Bearing a value, we somehow hold
Waiting for the day, our sign says sold.

But when is our value defined
Does it accumulate over time?
Is it confirmed at our birth
Or do we have to prove ourselves with our time here on Earth.
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