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mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
My mouths speaks words i did not intend
Why do I stand infront of you and pretend, that all I need is this?
The lies come easier these days, so quickly we release our old ways.
Theres no reason for this, not too long ago i would have been happy with kind words and a kiss.
So quickly this world can alter, never did i believe i'd be the one to falter
Words no longer offer reasurance that this might last, they mearly resurect deamons of the past...
mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
Stop telling me im special
Please, you make it impossible to say what is dying to be said
Stop saying my eyes are like no other
There is so much you dont know
Stop looking at me like that
Do yourself a favor, im not the one to make you smile
Stop missing me, forget please forget
You have no idea what awaits, this is not a path you want to take
Stop writing to me, your words hurt in ways you cant understand
I've been here before, i cant go back im sorry
mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
Would you believe me if i said it was over, would you ask me why, plead with me to explain, even reconcider. Would you turn away or chase after me, quitly except or openly protest, demand a reason for this seemingly sudden change of heart.
      It scares me that I barely remember my life before, my past has ceased to be memories of my life and become a montage of our time.
mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
Five months ago i said no and prayed you knew it ment yes, luckly for me you took that guess.
I never knew how far a little no could take us. now im stuck here trying to remember who i was before i was us
before we were lost.
mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
Lying here wispering secrets from far away...eyes closed imagining a place thats just ours.
I can almost feel you here next to me, my hand in yours, your secrets in my ear.
I take a breath , take a chance and open the eyes i tried to seal shut.  My heart falls, my hand holds only air
I know you wont be there
i see only shadows at the most you are just the voice of a ghost, not the boy i used to know.
mikaela mcshane Sep 2010
Swear to me we can keep this as it is. This moment will be ours.
Swear to me, you wont forget, dont let it be for nothing that we met.
Let this always remain simple and happy.
The future will change the path is unclear.
Swear to me, in some way we'll always be this, as it is, right here.

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