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I was very lost, feeling blue
Random encounter, Deja vu
Maybe I just hope that it’s true
That what you seek is seeking you
I remember the last time that you kissed me
Or the last time you licked my face
If I knew I was running against the clock
Then I would have picked up my pace
Another flame, another burn
How come I never ever learn
The one question I couldn’t ask
Is how come you don’t love me back
I suppose we all grieve in our own way
I guess big hearts stay broken, don’t they?
Beholder of beauty
I wish I could find someone who sees what I see
But more importantly
I wish I could find someone who’d let me be me
I don't know what I'm doing
I cannot find my way
Growing more and more stagnant
Another Groundhog Day
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