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m i a Aug 2016
you don't visit me in my dreams anymore, and i miss you now
more than i ever have before.
part of me wants you back, and the other wants you gone. i miss you.
m i a Aug 2016
she was once filled with
life,
fruit,
purity,
strength,
confidence,
like a summer leaf.

but

then autumn came, and storms began to come and form into her mind,
the nights became colder,
just like her heart.
and just like that,
she lost everything,
and slowly fell unto the ground
to join the rest of the dead.
"she used to be unique and happy, until reality came along; ruining everything."
m i a Aug 2016
i feel as if though i've been in the dark for awhile now,

and it's taking forever for the sun to rise,

i'm fighting all of these nightmares, fears, stress, and etc.

mr. sun, where are you?

i need to see you rise so i can too.
this is not a poem but i hope you enjoy/relate to this somehow.
I am a flawed human.
I know this, because I am honest enough to say that I have been wrong.
I have cracks.
I have made mistakes.
I will continue to make mistakes.
I judge, I misunderstand, I assume.
I shout, I lie, I hurt.

Yes, I am a flawed human.
And knowing that, I am at peace.
  Aug 2016 m i a
hfallahpour
My only sin
is loving you
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