Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Here you lie
Naked next to me
My arm wrapped gently around you
Your head resting on my chest

Your breathing is slow
Your finger tracing my scars
Your eyes lost in despair
I wish to end

This moment is better than the first
I was able to show my love
But now it lingers in the air
As we hold each other in this perfect moment

You look up to meet my eyes
We kiss and say "I love you"
Never wanting to let this die
Because we both are at peace

My heart I want to tear out
And give to you
My love I want to express again
As your body tenses as I begin
Hopefully there will be a 3rd :)
When your gone
I feel it all around me
like the walls whisper your name
and praise
my heart lingers on yearning
through the night
my dreams all capture your face
the faint ghostly touch of your hand
sends chills up my spine
and my body aches until its
graced by your presence
I hate time
and how it plays tricks on our
minds withering in the absent
cold weather distance creates
I've learned I cant live a day
happily without you
around every corner I see your face
haunted and displaced
Please can you promise me just one thing?
Next time you go
Dont leave without me
Hunger satisfied
as you
laid more
than just the table.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Tom Orr
Terrifying façade,
long and tall, overpowering
but frail.
Ready to crumble and fall.

Snide wire intertwined,
exit wounds in the concrete flesh.
Each thorn stood to attention,
unwelcoming guards of the now unwanted.

Block after block
of relentless alleyways,
like a labyrinth of colossal gravestones.
The sky opens.

Water rattles bullet-like,
upon the once majestic city walls.
The cathedral moans its last hymn
as the steeple betrays itself.

The descent prevails.
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Whiskurz
A poem is just a teardrop
A form of liquid pain
Released to pen and paper
Our words become a stain

The hurt that's bottled up inside
Can come out through our eyes
Promises made, but never kept
Are nothing but liquid lies

As the teardrop hits the paper
The words begin to form
Releasing all the pain inside
To calm the coming storm

Heartache is just another word
That's written by our tears
The pain becomes the writer's quill
'Til a little relief appears

A poem is just a teardrop
That's worded carefully
Liquid pain becomes a stain
And sets the poet free
 Nov 2012 Ruby Watson
Whiskurz
When the butterflies sing, the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Though it's a voice not heard by human ears
The evidence is seen through the angel's tears
Accepted by all as the evening rain
Because a butterfly song is hard to explain

The music is made by the the butterfly's wings
But only nature itself hears the song it sings
It causes the flowers and the trees to sprout
And the birds and the bees to dance about

When a flower is seen it won't be long
'Til spring is born with a butterfly song
So listen close when Winter calls Spring
And you might just hear a butterfly sing

When the butterflies sing, the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing
Next page