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I can't seem to help myself;
killin' myself with thoughts of you,
I can't seem to stand myself;
myself, so reminiscent of you;

I'd **** myself to move past this.
I'd love to just make it end.

But I won't, this is
too great an opportunity
too great a Holy reality
too great a gift
too transient to begrudge a ******* thing
 Jul 2013 modelb0nes
nicole smith
i have already
blown out the
birthday candles,
closed my eyes on
11:11
and whispered upon
shooting stars.

the dandelions
in my garden
are now gone
and for some
strange reason,
so are all the
four-leaf clovers.
and in the fountain,
you will find
all my change.

and i am
extremely confused
to why we
haven't both
fallen in love.
now not only are the
wishbones
broken,
but so
am
**i.
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