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4.9k · Feb 2015
Meadow
Porcelain Feb 2015
The wind kissed my face
As you kissed my hand
The sun couldn’t hold a candle
To your bright smile
I bowed my head
And gazed upon the hidden secrets
That the flowers held between their petals

Together we danced
In our hidden world
Across the meadow
My love soared
I wrapped my arms around your neck
And rested my head
This was a night I wouldn’t want to forget

Every time we left this wonderful place
Our love stayed within it
Hidden in the crevices of each petal
I get sad when I think about it
Do you dream of that place?
The place that was once ours?
Oh, oh how I miss that meadow
1.3k · Feb 2015
Tired
Porcelain Feb 2015
The heartache
It never ends
I can't help but break
I can't help but bend

I cry every night now
I cry everyday
I knew our love was foul
I tried to keep it at bay

I still crave your touch
I still need your light
It was a sudden clutch
It was so bright

It was over
I got lost
I believed our love was like a four leaf clover
Instead it was as cold as frost

I am so tired
I am so weak
Our love left me wired
Now the glass breaks with my heart wrenching shriek
926 · Mar 2015
Her
Porcelain Mar 2015
Her
Her eyes shone bright
Oh how her smile lit up the night
She ignited your blood
And made your bones shiver

Her kisses intoxicated you
Her touch electrified your skin
She took you places you’ve never been before
You started to believe in love

Then the days grew dark
The nights turned cold
She said, “It was never you.”
“I rather be alone.”

Days passed
Months went by
She was gone
She took your heart with her

Her spirit always ran free
She was nothing but a comet in the sky
She never stayed long
But her presence always stayed by your side
718 · Apr 2015
Untitled
Porcelain Apr 2015
Something inside of me has snapped
& I couldn't be more empty
I couldn't be more sad
I collapsed on the floor
& *broke
668 · Oct 2015
No Love No Love
Porcelain Oct 2015
It never occurred to me that one day there would be no us
The taste that your lips allowed made me forget my own name
Why were we always in such a rush?
I always took the blame


Oh God please help me now
His touch left marks on my skin
I would always vow
That I would never sin


He made me think unholy things
I’m going to hell
My heart was played like a puppet on strings
I shall not dwell


My tears felt cold
His shaky hands were on fire
His eyes shone gold
This was all so dire


You forgot my name, you forgot my love
I forgot your face, I forgot your flesh
My lips were as white as a dove
The pain you left stayed fresh
559 · Mar 2015
True Love
Porcelain Mar 2015
They say true love never dies.
Oh how they’re wrong because it does.
True love does die.

It happens suddenly.
It happens out of nowhere.
You could be doing anything.
Getting coffee or reading a book.
Petting your cat or going for a run.
You’re going about your business and then you see them.
That one person who made your day light up like the sun does during the first light of the day. They have that twinkle about them like the North Star.
The sweet smell like the salt in ocean water… But your day isn’t any brighter than it was before anymore.
The twinkle is gone and there’s no sweet scent that kisses your nose.
And when they touched you, your insides ignited and set you aflame.
Your blood pumped through your veins and your heartbeat quickened so fast you were sure it would beat right out of your chest.
Their skin was like honeysuckle and their lips tasted like cherries and wine you got drunk on….however, their touch left you chilled.
Your heartbeat slowed and your blood went about its normal business.
Their skin seemed paler than before and their lips tasted like stale beer and toothpaste.
You feel as though you should feel disappointed but you don’t, for you knew this would happen. You hurt for awhile but soon you find someone else who sets you on fire and smells like the beach.
You find someone else who shines like the Big Dipper and your heart beats at a rapid pace that should concern you.
You find someone else who kisses like the smell of spring and feels like untouched snow.
True love does die because if it was true love to begin with, you’d think that it’d be there forever. That it would never leave your side until it *does.
I'm not sure if this qualifies as a poem. You may interpret it however you wish.
552 · Feb 2015
11/18/14
Porcelain Feb 2015
Still, you’re the one for me
I got to know you
In these numbered days
I got familiar with your touch
In the matter of seconds

Still, you’re the one for me
Every time you wrapped your arms around my waist
And you held me tight
Planted soft kisses upon my neck
A sigh of content

Still, you’re the one for me
Struck me with hands I once cradled
Spoke to me in your honeysuckle voice
With words of hatred
I don’t know where I went wrong

Still, you’re the one for me
Every poem that I post on here isn't for anyone specifically. They're for me and for anyone who can relate to them.
453 · Apr 2015
The One
Porcelain Apr 2015
it was always you
you were always the one to make me laugh
the one who made me sad
the one who made me smile

it was always you
you were always the one who made me feel safe
the one who’d put me in danger
the one who held me like I would break

it was always you
you were always the one to set my insides on fire
the one who made my lips tingle
the one who made my whole body quiver

it was always you
you were always the one who saw something within me
the one who told me I was worth it
the one who made me feel like I wasn't nothing

you were the one who made it easier to breathe
until one day you left
and suddenly I couldn’t breathe anymore

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