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Jun 2014
Your heavy breath. It crumbles fragile surface of my memories.
And I don’t want to drown in it. Not again.
You used to paint my days with the smell of your hair.
Days thick as my thoughts every single night.
But the days passed away and you stayed just in my head.
Now I’m laying on the floor all alone and choking with the silence that reminds me of you.
Rain gently taps the window sill as I stare into the past.
And some day I’m gonna be younger than tonight. Some day I’m gonna be stronger.
But not now.
I wanna jump into your eyes and get wasted with your smile. And just swing on your eyelash.
Let me be a careless kid again. Just for a minute.
Cause I miss that happy tears, I miss messy sheets and the music in another room playing all night long just so we know.
Stare with me into the ceiling.
I will feel your smile behind my back.
Third time missed that light. Tonight I’m gonna leave all the white fence house plans.
Tonight I’m gonna take my life.
Czarek Kortylewski
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Czarek Kortylewski  Poland
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