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Rachael Judd Feb 2016
One
One kiss
One touch
One hug
One love
One chance
One moment
One hand
One soul
One heart
One mind
One world
One star
These worlds will collide
Rachael Judd Feb 2016
I hate the rain because it's only enough to get my feet wet, and not enough to let me drown.
Rachael Judd Feb 2016
And as we danced
in the middle of the room
with Louis Armstrong
singing dream a little dream of me,
in the background.
I knew that he was the man
I would spend my life with.
His hand resting on the small of my back
and my fingers interlocked with his,
he spins me once.
Then twice
making me unbalanced on my feet
I fall into his arms
and he whispers in my ear,
"Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper I love you."
And in that moment
I was in love.
  Jan 2016 Rachael Judd
arcane
like bags under your eyes
i wanted to stay
but much like a blemish
you worked hard to get me away
like blood in your veins
i wanted to help you live
but much like a disease
you fought me away
Rachael Judd Jan 2016
I used to think you were my safety net, that if I fell you'd be there to catch me.

Now, I've realized you were just a brick wall that when I fell I crashed into it like a wrecking ball and you weren't there to build me again
Rachael Judd Jan 2016
Take my hand

And watch me go

To places that are unknown

Follow my feet

Under this bridge

Down the rabbit hole

To meet again

Just like Alice

Lost in wonderland
Rachael Judd Jan 2016
Him
Maybe my head is rushing into things but I can't stop thinking about him. The way his eyes slowly lifted to mine when he knew I was admiring him. The way his lips curled into a smile and he has just one dimple on the side of his cheek. The way his hand felt tangled in mine was a feeling that could cure cancer. The way his arms felt wrapped around my body like a blanket felt around you by a fire. The way I felt his heart beat so fast was a moment I can't even fathom to put into words. Maybe my head is rushing into things, but I just can't help it. I wanted to stay, not because he was beautiful in every way, but because his eyes were this soothing color of brown that made you heart melt into the palm of his hand. Because I couldn't stand the thought of going home to lay in bed alone. Because I wanted to feel his presence for so long that it would die with me and follow me to my grave. Maybe my head is rushing into things but I can't stop thinking about him.
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