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Not long ago our paths had crossed
Not just once, but several times
We knew each other though not of deep affiliation
I know your name, your friends
Your ways and things you did


Remembered well are the places I saw you
The days we bumped in each other’s path
An idea instilled in my mind over the years
That we would never come to an agreement
But I was proved wrong by now.


There were numerous moments in the past
That you let your presence be felt
Yet I sternly ignored and forgot about it
I barred the chances and closed the doors
And left no single window opened.


Time has passed and changes made.
No tie established neither news heard.
You had your own way, I had mine.
Until one day, a messaged was received
It was daybreak of a new chapter.


Reflecting on the past, I said to myself
“Nothing can go wrong if I give some chance”
Have fate make its way.
Clock ticks and the pen is ready
Let’s write our perfect story.


Things went better as nature conspires.
The flowers budding and the sun shining
So as your presence brightening up everything
Strange it is to think
The present seems so great.


Today is our story
Tomorrow may bring permanence or changes
But what remains important
To treasure each moment together spent
The best kind of happiness felt.
There is so much to say
Squashed in silence
Looking for moments to voice.

Silently entangled
In the webs of yesterday
Of winter cold nights...

Wanting to be expressed
Written equisitively
Trying to tell you what lies.

If you understood
How the moments fly
Being close to you is all I like!!!

...I want to have you some day all for myself all mine to love you when morning starts and to the end of night!!! Let me know how you find it people and where should I improvise.
you said things would get better
so why do I feel worse?
you said people would like me
so why am I still alone?
you said i'd lose weight and be happy
so why am I crying and holding my fat?
you said that starving myself, using lax and purging is bad
so why does it feel so right?
you said a lot on things
and none of them are right
so why should I listen now
just because you think I might
and ill try not to read your letters
and forget the time i heard you say
"my life has been better since i met her"
ill pretend you're okay
pretend im glad that i had it my way
act like i don't miss you at all


august, you drowned while others swam
found yourself alone in your room
again and again
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