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Feb 2015
Somehow you always bring me back to this place,
Back to this room, where we’ll lay face to face.
These four walls - forever ingrained in my memories,
With all of the feelings my heart carries.

Feelings of comfort, joy and safety,
Love, laughter and naivety.
Feelings of yearning, jealousy and lust,
Deceit, pain and broken trust.

Here we are again, right where I left.
For three and a half years you’ve committed theft.
You’ve stolen my heart and hid it from me,
Locked the door and swallowed the key.

Here I am, lying next to you for the thousandth time.
All those feelings come rushing in, it’s sublime.
But don’t think I haven’t thought this through,
This time, I’ve got a surprise for you…

Look into my eyes and you’ll see you’ve lost.
Your heart belongs to me, and it comes with a cost:
Break down these walls, and tear down this room,
Light it up and let the flames consume

All these memories and these pictures inside me,
All the truths that have been confined in me.
Let me be,
Set me free,
And that is where your heart will be.
Written by
Alita Lee Andrea Powell  Victoria BC
(Victoria BC)   
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