Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2015 · 399
The Takeaway
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
I found satisfaction without any action
I smiled to know I was ready to go
I guess I'm all set
I held the door as I left
And as I walked in the cold
I thought man I should have drove
Mar 2015 · 359
Tall and Small
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
She stands on her own
She drives herself home
She goes, now she's going
She knows and has known

He crawls on the floor
He can't open the door
He is torn, all the more
He awaits his sorrow in store
Mar 2015 · 274
Summer Awaits
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
I long for the summertime
For the flowers and sun
For the hours of fun
That are to come

I long to be sunburnt.
This winter I have learnt
That snow can hurt.
It's summer's turn.

I long for the water
Cold and clear
Summer's a martyr
That dies each year
Mar 2015 · 333
She Left
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
She left
It hasn't hit me yet
But I remember she said,
"You're not the same person
You were when we first met."
Of course I got upset
And said things I shouldn't have,
Things I've come to regret
But I won't let this be the end for me
Mar 2015 · 287
Your Name
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
It whistled off your tongue,
The vowels smoothly sung.
To a boy with ears so keen,
Each letter gapped with air between.
Your name I heard.
It struck and stirred my heart, Dispersing love as true as art.
Mar 2015 · 661
Yellow Sun
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
Forever forgotten yellow sun,
Where have all our good times gone.
You're just as bright,
You're just as warm.
Dont let one night
Create a storm.
Mar 2015 · 418
Tomorrow's Sun
Michael Fallon Mar 2015
Tomorrow's sun,
They've said there's none.
Tomorrow's star,
They'll say it's too far.

Sun or star,
They're none too far.
Touch with eyes,
Their such demise.

Tomorrow's cloud,
They'll see too proud.
Tomorrow's moon,
Will darken soon.

Cloud or moon,
so proud, so soon,
Fills the sky,
In deep July.

A blinding sun won't make them see.
A shooting star won't make them wish.
A thinning cloud won't brighten their soul.
A full moon won't ever come,
But I'll enjoy the blinding sun.

— The End —