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This is a farewell song,

The last words that I’ll ever exchange with you.

It’s a goodbye.

The end of everything.


Treat me as a stranger now and I’ll return the favour.

If some day, you run into me,

Do not take pains to smile or say hello, because I won’t return it.

Because a part of me won’t let me smile even if I want to.

Because my veins will tie my hands and stop me to reach for you,

to wave at you,  to embrace you, like I once did.

Because this is the end

It’s a goodbye.


You murdered my existence

There’s a part of me that’s always going to hate you,

A part of me that’s always going to remember you,

And remind me why storms are named after people.
We did not break down walls
But entire cities within me.

Thank you.
 Nov 2015 Molly Anna Sartor
Meg
You asked me what was wrong
If I was okay
I just looked at you with broken eyes
A broken smile
A broken heart
A broken soul
And I didn't have to say a word
Because
That was answer enough
She weeps not for the shore
As distance creates a shadow
She embraces the current
Becoming the wave
And gently pushes her sea home

She chases not the sun
As the day is put to rest
She is the moonlight
That cradles the stars
Tightly to her *******

She yearns not
Her pain-streaked tears
That fall below her feet
She is the soil beneath her toes
Her pain now colors the tree

She worries not
The flowers' bloom
Or the leaves that fall like rain
She is the wind
That will kiss the ground
And sweep it all away
I cant even type what i want to say
because with whatever i type, you wont understand anyway
no one will get it
the words are silent on this page
such a pretty flower isn't expected to feel so much rage.
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We live in a nation where
People prefer to fall asleep
Holding their phones
Instead of their partners
And we wonder why
Romance is dying.
Beautiful your face
that mask you wear

but I can see the tears
the face you hide

between the stains
behind the smiles
a blackening

laughing like cries
silently screaming

a crack in the Great Divide
of who you are
and what the world will see
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn

©
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