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Mystic Hunter Feb 2015
We were one and couldn't be separated
we got lost in each other's eyes
we were wild dancers,
silent lovers who were yet to love

Now like a ghost you see me not
the promises we made broken
I kept my end as much as I can
but my admiration of you faded away

When you're not around I feel light but long for your presence
when your there I feel heavy and wish for you to notice me
talk to me
laugh with me
smile like we used to before

Is it true?
Were you in love or was it all just emotions
were we,
was I?

open your eyes
I'm tired of waiting for you to call my name the way you once did
like it brought you joy just by the sound of it
I'm tired of pretending that I don't know what you really wanted

I'm tired of holding my hand out to you in spite of everything
yes, I'm tired of gazing at your back 'cause you no longer show me your face.

But I know you too well
forget me today
tomorrow tell me you miss me
yet you dare not hear my voice

You're an amazing liar
but I dare not fall for your tricks.
I shall always be here if you need me
I'll always have a special hand to catch you
because I forgive you

but I have a life and I'm moving on
I wasn't meant for you
neither you for me
there's something you're hiding and I'll soon find out
but I lost the drive to seek your silent words.

Dare I move on
dare I smile till my seemingly absence in your presence becomes nothing but a bad memory,
I'm here for you
but I have to go soon
and I know that day what is to come is near!

I live watching ahead
while you live for today
if only you knew what I did you'd make today last
be my friend when you have the chance

I know that there are tears to come
and I await the day patiently
when you loose your heart cold shell
and realize that you had a lot-
that you're not getting back

I dare to still call you my friend
I dare to still acknowledge you as a good person who just made a mistake
I dare to live the way I was meant to
Dare you?
#to that friend
Mystic Hunter Jan 2015
every seed sowed was manifested,
each life given paid off,
each kiss from my mom,
every hug from my dad.
reasons, rather than asking why,
ask why not?
life is a vortex,
resolves into one point,
only the wise see it,
only the diligent seek it.
small world,
big universe.
live, love, dream.
for those who are going through 'that' situation and just need a spark of hope.
Mystic Hunter Jan 2015
look at him,
look at those grey eyes,
that black wavy hair
-brushed back.
No don't make it obvious,
he'll know you like him.
I don't like him he's just cute,
I sat there,
seeing you for the forth time in my life,
why am I seeing you so much recently?
why haven't I seen your pink lips move,
why haven't I heard your voice?
just watch the tv,
don't be on him.
My heart's melting,
my hands are sweating so much,
my nerves are shocking me inside,
I try to glance at your gorgeous face
but I can't,
I watch you from the side of my eye silently,
he's distracted,
look now,
oh my gosh we made eye contact,
why is he looking at me?
why is he acting nervous?
silent smiles,
no conversation.
May I see you again sometime.
Mystic Hunter Jan 2015
There he is again
trying to steal my heart,
he doesn't know how close he is,
he doesn't have to know how I feel;
I gave him the impression that I don't really care.
Still trying to find myself and mamma always said books before boys.
Golden Touch is the name of my group and "Books before boys" is our song. Still in progress...
Mystic Hunter Jan 2015
Don't blame it on me,
it's not my fault that my love is precious,
it's not my fault that I'm different,
it's not my fault that you miss me and 'can't live without me'.
I'm sorry if I'm impossible to forget,
I'm sorry if I'm afraid,
afraid to get the wrong guy,
afraid to be hurt so bad that I don't recover.
My heart may be large,
but it can only take so much,
I'm so afraid to fall running that I rather hold my mom's hand and walk.
I've seen love in many ways and by now I know it when I see it,
my heart will be here,
loving you forever but not in love with you.
I never wanted to say this but we're not meant for each other,
I gave you a chance and I'm glad I did.
You opened my eyes to fear of love yet pleasure of it.
I listened well and took note,
my love isn't free,
I gate my heart
and only I have the key.
Love is not a feeling,
it's an ability,
a journey.
One I have yet to start,
but all those players out there
have you to thank when I refuse to give them a chance,
a chance to become my lover.
I was raised better!
loved better!
when I find him,
I'll love him
and he will become the key to my gated heart.
But until then I lock my heart.
Mystic Hunter Dec 2014
"yes mom......... no mom"
sometimes that's the most I try to say.
For I know if I say anymore my heart would be overwhelmed
with the scolding "I'll break your jaw!"
and  many more.
Three words I dear not hear,
but like a child full of hope still I listen.
I've almost given up hope but I'm bound to hear it sometime,
aren't I?
She throws words in my way that do nothing but hurt!
Scar me, wound me, then kiss the cut you made.
We are silently close and I keep reminding myself you love me
but at times it's not that easy.
I hold in my pain
and fear my tears,
though tears release pain,
I know you'll say that I look for nothing but pity
and so your pity I've grown to hate.
I've grown into silence for it's there I hear the most
where your actions speak louder than words,
only there I hear your words of compassion and love
rather than scolding and criticism.
Reminding myself of those who have less,
possibly none, I appreciate the little I have.
I patiently await the day that you say those three words,
and when you do I hope you mean it;
I'll reply with a smile that's tied from ear to ear.
but until then,
we'll exchange our silent I love you's
and be there for each other till the end.
Mystic Hunter Dec 2014
At times I feel like I'm dreaming
yet I face reality.
That thought that makes you question:
am I really here, did I make it so fast?
I see my life unfolding before my eyes
I see friends I once knew become strangers,
someone I once couldn't do without talking to for 2 seconds,
I  don't even glimpse at anymore.
As I grew my past seems to have gone so quickly
and I seem to be living a dream,
it may not be all I asked for but it's more than I ever wanted.
Be it not perfect but I love it.
Still I stand and wonder, was that really me
or do my eyes betray me?
My ongoing reality that I love,
yet I know will one day come to an end;
then I'll look back and say that my life went too fast.
Then I'll say that my life is still yet a dream.
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