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 Nov 2013 Roegsana Moosajee
echo
you're gone
but all too
*Present
kind of tense.

10w
I'd sell my soul just to see your face
And I'd break my bones
Just to heal your pain.
In these I need a saving grace
But time is running out and.I'm
starting to lose my faith.

But if I told you I love you
Would it make you wanna stay?
I'm sorry for the way
I hurt you and making
you walk away.
And if I wrote you a love song
And sang it to you everyday
Would it ever be enough
To make you wanna come back
Home and stay?
it's hard to realize
that you are being knocked off a pedestal
you were never on.

it's hard to believe words
when you can see that the words are as thin as air
no meaning exists where nothing remains

admiration matters
beauty matters
and above all else
thinness matters

depression doesn't matter
sadness doesn't matter

**** art.
wrote this a couple years ago
There are so many moments throughout my day
Where I miss every aspect of you
From the musky smell of sawdust after you finish work
To the small whine of desire when you outstretch your hand to take mine
You always know how to mix the perfect amount of milk and sugar to my coffee
You detect the strangled lie in my voice when I try to say I'm "okay"
I've never been able to understand how you do it all
You are a Miracle in my eyes
A Beautiful Miracle
Sprinkled with tinkering laughs and silly jokes
We speak a language that only we understand
Filled with silent moments of eye contact
Snorting laughter
And hand squeezes
I've memorized and harmonized
With the pitch of your first yawn when you wake up in the morning
You keep your breaths in time with mine
When you hold me against your chest
You still manage to put my hair behind my ears to caress my cheek
Even though my hair is even shorter than yours most of the time
I've never seen you look at me
Without seeing all of the Love in the world in your eyes
Your Spirit brings so much hope
It shines a path for me when my Soul has lost its fire
I know each and every spot that tickles you
And never plan on revealing those beautiful secrets to anyone
You listen to my ramblings as if they were strung with golden threads
And your laugh sparkles more than diamonds
I love the roughness of your slightly-callused hands
And the gentle rumble in your whisper
You are the greatest of mysteries
The most beautiful of poems
More harmonious than the purest of music
I drink your Words, your Laughs, your Smiles
As if they were the deepest, richest wine
I want to explore you forever
To me nothing is more true than you,
My Beautiful Rescue
I cannot wait until our distance is just a distant memory.
I never thought I'd write not one or two but FOUR poems about you lovely lady.
And what a very special, unique, kind, brave, intelligent, gorgeous,
strong, sweet, exciting, fun, funny, and did I say a special lady you are.
You know what you want in life and you never bore me and you're no gossip.
I Know you have busy life but already missing the one I want most.
YOU ARE the one I want to spend my time with no doubt about it.
Smiling thinking of kissing and want to plant soft tender ones on your full lips.
I LOVED the long late night talks and sharing of our hopes and dreams.
And Betty hours passed and sun rises and it feels like our talks are too brief.
Asking you to think about what I said and never forget the words.
I think about the moment you stole my heart and my world change.
Still knocked for a loop and dazed by the dynamic beautiful storm you are.
Even if we remain just friends you are a treasure and unique godsend.
I still love
dousing
your sweater
in oceans of grey
spilling potion on the
sleeve
making it smell of me
wearing it to sleep
each time I don it
I drain a little more
of you
out of my
memory
Daniel Magner 2013
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