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It's an enigma that I know the answer to.
How will we work,
me and you?
A positive emotion becomes a minus
A negative memory becomes plus
A zero reaction comes from my brain.
Can it be like how it was?
When just three words were enough?
I miss you too much to know.
A flicker
That light
Each flash
Shows me
Grows
Your lies
Into
And truths
Something
That I love
I can’t describe.
I had a pearl white shine in your eyes
And all you saw were mine
So you snatched me up and called me yours
And you left me on my sides

I had a wonder filled heart for you
And you breathed in my air
So you held it in a plastic bag all for yourself
And you let it go like I wasn’t true

I had an ocean torrent of a laugh
And you subsided the front of it
So you could bear it all in your soul away from me
And you gave it all away to a bright new breeze

I had the greatest of child aspiration for us
And you gave it back so graciously
So you bottled me up right for your own device
And you stank up my life like pus

I heard your name and warmed my soul to it
And you breathed on the flames
So you could warm yourself in my fire for you
And you put it out with tears of strained eyes

I wondered out for God in you so many times
And you allowed me in one last time
So we could breath eachother in one last time
Before He had ya running out of time.

Time

Time

Time

I had my life brought up in your wings
And you fluttered toward my own
So you could fly farther underneath my draft
And you flew away. And this time, it lasts.
I’m afraid to live,
but I’m also afraid of not living.
I’m afraid of being happy,
but I’m also afraid of being unhappy.
I’m afraid of being alone,
but perhaps that’s the path.
I’m afraid of being second best,
for when was I not.
I’m afraid of being the second choice,
though,
I was never the first.
Every year,
The tulip blooms more beautiful
than the last year.
Over time it shall wilt and die,
but the tulip is blessed
with the opportunity
to be beautiful again.
I do hope that,
like the tulip,
I can be beautiful again.
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