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Let’s run away together
Just you and me.
Leave everything behind
We’ll start something new.
Don’t be scared,
Just trust me
And I’ll show you the world.

I've never stop loving you
Every day that goes by
All I do is think about
Your imperfections
Because that’s the thing
I love most about you.

Take my hand
& Come with me and you’ll see
The change in you and me

Close your eyes and imagine
A place where you
Wish to be
And I’ll take you there
. . .
Let’s run away together
And travel the world
. .
Its okay to feel
Scared

&
Its okay if you say no
My feelings for you won’t
Change

So lets just take it slow

At the end
It’s all up to you
 Dec 2013 Robert G Page
August
You're at the bottom of this bottle
I think I'll find you when it's empty
And if you're not there hiding
I'll toss back another and another
Until you're sitting down there for me, waiting
Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Dec 2013 Robert G Page
August
She smelled strongly of coffee and cigarettes.
Was that the last time that we met? I forget.
I dreamt about her breath, her beautiful face.
They still permeate every single membrane.
I wake, my fingers ache to lay on soft skin.
*But emptiness fills the air, and she isn't there.
Amara Pendergraft 2013
I never thought I would feel like this,
the sublime ecstasy in every kiss.
It cures me, makes me not so alone but should I fall for the girl?
Should I risk the chance, the change?
I'll wait for her while cupid makes the finest of arrows to make her love me.
A trickle of rain on a grey wilted sky,
A silver line of light shining oh so gay,
Another dry day,
another hour of pain for I.

A simple gesture in the morning,
a snuggle, a kiss.
Something my heart urns for,
my stomach churns for,
That feeling of being wanted,
not lusted.
Love is discusting.
A filthy trick,
Love is not love without lusting,
and the feeling of anguish will stick.
A day for the lonely wilted heart.
There are monsters.


                         They smile at me every day,

          
                                                ­              They're people.

                                                  
     ­                                And to the heavens that we pray,


                        only hell is to hear us and we are to pay.
There's a deep engulfing evil that I fear to know.
There's a physical suffering that I do not like to show,
and a pleasure I have learned to know is you.
Your disastrous fate, your someone I hate.

Losing you makes me stronger,
hating you makes me lust no more with the lingering of forbidden sickened thoughts.
I hunger for the Diamond,
thirst for the pain and attention,
cutting for the feel of perfection.
I'm not an image of good or bad.
I'm not invisible but you act like I am.
I'm not that perfect serain blade to your skin.
I'm not that last cut to make you feel better,
I'm the thought of you gone bitter.
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