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Rory Aug 2014
I'm willing to love anyone because
My soul is broken in two
However, the reason I'm in love now
Is because there's nobody else like you
Rory Aug 2014
Your eyes are so beautiful
If only they were still in your head
For you see, you never loved me
So that's why now you are dead

Your voice was so beautiful
But now your throat is ripped out
All I wanted was to sing to you songs of love
All you wanted to do was scream and shout
A crazed love song.
Rory Aug 2014
Anguished tears gently
Fall to the ground, no sound made
As they disappear

Nobody can hear
Does anyone care really?
Enough to see me?
Rory Aug 2014
I feel it right in the core of my soul
And it keeps me from being whole
I dwell on the past before me
And it taunts me with things that could never be

I feel it right in every breath that I take
And the pain makes me shiver and shake
The imaginary strength is faltering
And I can't do anything to alter it

Stomp on my dreams and crush them
Under the steel toe boots you often
Wore to give you a sense of power
And to make yourself not cower

But everyone knows that the past
Was never meant to last
So why am I dwelling over it?
God, I must be an idiot!
Rory Aug 2014
Easy recollection
A predisposition
To pain, this pain
It all feels the same

You smile as you watch me
Hoping no one taught me
To live, through this
Through agony's sweet kiss

Well, I'll teach you a thing or two
About me
Because, you know, I will not go
Without my remedy

You think that you've ruined me for life
Given me too much pain, misery, strife
Well, I'll tell you that it's not the way to be
If you believe that, you don't know about me!
This is to be read in the tune of Hatsune Miku's '1925'.
Rory Aug 2014
Floor length dress and sleeves reaching to the ground
Standing in the middle of the street
Dancing around to the annoying music
Of the car horns blaring around her

Bobby sits watching her
In her plastic folding chair
With a beer in hand
And macabre thoughts in mind

Was the girl going to die?
Crushed under a four wheel drive
Splattered on someone's windshield?
Mangled underneath the tires?

She stands in the middle of the road
Swaying, swaying to nature's cacophonous beat
Her dress sways as she moves
And she twirls and twirls as car horns hon

Like all the others
She was probably looking for attention
Didn't want to die
Only wanted the world to revolve around them

But Bobby felt different
A pang of sympathy
She wanted this girl to live
So she asked her

*Stand in the middle of the street often?
Based off of an unfinished short story of mine.
Rory Aug 2014
I knew I had met you for a reason
Was that reason to fall in love?
Were we meant to be, you and I?
Dreamers wandering under unlimited skies?
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