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My heart is quaking in my chest
a walnut resides in my throat
I feel my emotions tremble
my eye sight quivers

No more
no more
I dwell on my secondary life
Nostalgia creeps behind me like an intrepid ghost
Never more
never more

My bones feel hallow
my feet ache from their travels
my hands grow wrinkle and worn

Please no
please
just let me be
the vines surround flesh
Swallows me into darkness
No more
no more

I miss what once was
Yet never can come to be again
I want to go home
Home is no longer home
I don’t want to read anything about or

or from Maya Angelou

I don’t want.

I don't want to be sad

I know she must have been an amazing person

No, she had to be an amazing person

but I only heard her name once or twice

once or twice

in my life time, in her life time

So I don’t want to be sad that she is gone

That I never knew her

I don’t want to be sad

I don't want to be sad about not reading her material when she was alive.

Not knowing

I just don’t want to feel that way

Not knowing her

Rest in peace, beautiful human being.
I love you
I'm sorry
but you brought me down.

I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you

I have to move on.



I love you
I'm sorry
but you brought me down
I walk the halls
I am a ghost
I barely eat
sleep
I love you
I miss you
you tore  me apart
I can still stand
but every breath
I take
its like there is
a slit in my heart
and the only thing
holding it together
are the veins
on the outside
Hello, please
pleaded the wind
Hello, please
said the wind as it ran his fingers through your hair
I just want to be loved
I just want to be touched
but have you every touched the wind?
Do people ever love the wind?
Hello, please
cried the wind as the stranger ran by
into the warmth of the it's shelter.
No one ever wants to play with me
sobbed the wind
wont you be my friend?
Asked the wind, reaching out as you shut the door.
Hello, please*
pleaded the wind.
Do you ever blush so hard that you start to cry?

Do you ever blush so hard you forget where you are at?

that you are even walking?

because you feel like you are floating?

Do you forget to stop staring at their face?

It can be a stranger or the person you hold dear

It happens all the time
My boyfriend told me

that

he thinks I am the sexiest

(blushes)

when I just come out of the shower

(blushes)

and my hair is slicked back.

I think its nice because

I think I am the ugliest

when

I just come out of of the shower

(blushes)

and my hair is slicked back

and he doesn't even know

that

(blushes)
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