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1.1k · Sep 2014
Nostalgia
Miya Springer Sep 2014
Drowsy saturday nights with you...
Almost every single kiss seems overdue
But then..it's perfect
You make me not want to forget you
All the time...even the smallest thing can make me miss you
Passing cars, small sayings..you're everywhere
I  can't describe how badly I miss you..
Flashing lights, oversized T-shirts..I miss it all
Often times I just fall
But there's no one to help me up
I miss you so much, the smallest things **** me
I'm dying to hear your voice
But here, I have no choice
I'm stuck here
I'm so sorry
This poem isn't anything special. It's just something from my journal.
385 · Sep 2014
The girl that could be
Miya Springer Sep 2014
It's the sound of the midnight train, the noise of the occasional rain.
These things...they keep me here.
They keep the eyes of my soul wide open.
I try, I pray, I drag along to get through the day.
But really-I am genuinely happy.
I'm truly happy as I can be.
But you see, the smallest strain of negativity will take over me.
But I stay here, I remain strong for those who can reign free, for the little monsters inside of me, but most of all my family.
Through the rises they've been through it all.
I've been through it all.
I am strong.
I can get through it all.
I am me.
I am the girl that could be.
This is pretty much just about me existing, nothing more.

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