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 Jan 2016 Miranda Renea
dpm
There is no way my thoughts can be changed.

We fear there is something unknown
the secret we share keeping its owns
the point that we feel we miss
the endless rope we seem to be bound with.

We know this is not a common dot
a weak connection traveling where our fingers cross
a perfect edge ready to cut our threads
the ones that we care so much of.

After all
after all the insanity passed
i knew that my mind
rested in the exact same borderline
as yours had.
 Jan 2016 Miranda Renea
Erin
"And how does that make you feel" she asks, pen poised over clipboard.
I want to scream at her, tell her that mere words could never hold the weight of what I feel
But instead I stare fiercely into her eyes and say...
"how does it make you feel, to know you can't save me?"
Was I that easy to forget?

Well, at least I know how much you actually loved me.
I want to love you
The way I want you to love me
I want to tell you
The things I want you to tell me
I want to touch you
The way I want you to touch me
Yes I want to give you all the things
I want you to give me

Tell me it’s true
The things that I want
You want them too

I want you to show me your tears
Like the tears I have saved for you
I want you to believe in all the years
The years I want to give to you
I want you to show me your dreams
The ones I imagined every night
Yes I want you to give me all the things
I want to give to you

Tell me it’s true
The things that I think
You think them too

I want to know what's inside of us
The way we know what's on the outside
I want us to trust each other
Like people who are not afraid to confide
I want us to be able to smile each day
The way people who know love smile
Yes I want us to give all these things
You give them to me
And I'll give them to you

Tell me it’s true
The things that I love
You love them too
The lakes inside my eyes dried out

I wasted every drop on someone who wasn't worth my tears.
Instant coffee, instant video, on demand shows. Paper cups, paper plates, plastic this and cardboard that. Things that are just wasted and discarded. Throw away phones that end up in third world countries polluting their soil and water so that the children can eek out a meager living amongst the fumes and poisons. When did we loose the value of something. When did an heirloom become a bad thing. In our disposable world that we live in. Even life seems to have lost some of it's value as people have become a commodity and are easily thrown away.
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