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 Dec 2015 sltd
Feeling Real
I like your big eyes
Light up my life with your fire
Burn me, red white and gold
I know you never said but I think the credit
Goes to: you were too old

James, I think, the lying has got to stop
He says, I'm not his only but I'm his favorite
And I don't think it can get more perfect

He thinks he wants me
When I beg to be included
He wants to touch me when I'm feeling loose
He's just so clever, ten steps ahead

James has got it better because he's in love with me
I asked him about it and he said that we're holy
He's just a vampire who's been born to feed
It's gotta be meant to be, gotta be, something telling me
The fantasy is just as real as reality
 Dec 2015 sltd
LoveLy
It's true the heaviest heart writes the prettiest poetry.
 Dec 2015 sltd
jeremejazz
Even though I know that there is no hope,
To be with the one I love most.
Why is it difficult to cut the rope?
I cannot accept that I had lost.

Why do I keep on holding on,
And keep on bearing the pain.
Even though the light is gone,
I am starting to feel insane.

Please, Love, Another chance will you give me,
Stop the pain of my bleeding heart.
Help me set her free,
That I may rise again and start.

I want to love again,
After this pain of letting go.
Like the way I loved here then,
That I may do so.
__________________
"You have to let go
when you feel like hurting too much.
You have to give up,
when things ain't like before...
'coz for sure
There's someone out there
who loves you even more"
 Dec 2015 sltd
Cyrille Octaviano
I did my best and
shared with you my smile
I made you laugh, you made me care
I put on a mask for you to see-
Life's gonna be better for you and me.

Every now and then,
you shed your skin
Firing darts right through me
Doesn't that make you grin?

My happiness is a lie
But I try not to show it
I'll take you to my world
Open your heart, you won't regret it

But don't bring back the past
Please pull me away
Leave or just stay
I won't care anymore~~
And the memory perishes

It was a long time ago.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
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