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You pressed your lips against mine And told me it would be okay. You swore that we were perfect And whispered all my fears away. But now we’re here, Together Yet alone, we stand apart. Our words cutting deeper, Like knives through each our hearts. All I wanted was some comfort. Someone to relieve my aches and pain. But instead I found a Monster, And was unprepared for his game. You kept my love safe and warm, So I began to relax and hope. Never knowing that in due time, You would leave me, Tied With ropes of lie. No way to perish nor cope. I still remember asking, If this was too good to be true. You smiled sweetly at me then, Took my hand in yours, And slowly pressed your lips against mine, Just so you were sure. I fell so deep in love with you That I’m not sure which ways up. And without your voice to guide me, I feel like I might erupt. We made so many promises, But now they’ve turned to smoke.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Confessions
You pressed your lips against mine And told me it would be okay. You swore that we were perfect And whispered all my fears away. But now we’re here, Together Yet alone, we stand apart. Our words cutting deeper, Like knives through each our hearts. All I wanted was some comfort. Someone to relieve my aches and pain. But instead I found a Monster, And was unprepared for his game. You kept my love safe and warm, So I began to relax and hope. Never knowing that in due time, You would leave me, Tied With ropes of lie. No way to perish nor cope. I still remember asking, If this was too good to be true. You smiled sweetly at me then, Took my hand in yours, And slowly pressed your lips against mine, Just so you were sure. I fell so deep in love with you That I’m not sure which ways up. And without your voice to guide me, I feel like I might erupt. We made so many promises, But now they’ve turned to smoke.
I've been struggling a lot lately. Moving on is awful, especially when you wake up  every morning to a barrage of old feelings.
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
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