Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
How do you forget magic?
The kind that
tickled our legs
while we layed
chest to chest,
breath to breath,
thigh to thigh.

Or the kind that shatters
every fairytale dream
I dreamt.
With a single kiss
we burned away twilight,
and brought the moon
crashing to our feet,
setting fire to our lives.
 May 2015 Mike lowe
Kerrigan
Hazel
 May 2015 Mike lowe
Kerrigan
You describe your eyes as hazel
but they are so much more
Your eyes are not merely a colour;
a shade ; a hue

Your eyes are the reflection
of a sunset upon the ocean
Your eyes are my favourite flower
blossoming a season too soon

Your eyes are the final firework
of a beautiful display
Your eyes are the reoccurring dream
that I will just never forget

Your eyes are the door to your soul
and the window to my hope
Your eyes are so much more
than hazel

k.w
 May 2015 Mike lowe
Sarah K
I write to spill love, loss, and hate onto blank pages instead of my conscience.
I was sick last night and I couldn't help but cry,
As the morning comes I thought I'd wake up with something, yet you didn't even try-
To ask if I'm still okay. God, my heart's shattering.
As you speak, like I'm nothing.

You're good and it's good to know.
But a little concern for me? You forgot to show.
I guess if you really want something, you'll be dying to get.
All I hope is that someday, it won't be *regrets.
Last night was last night. :)
Next page