Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
My lips
speak of you no more.

My mind
remembers you no more.

My heart
misses you no more.

Not today,
But one day.
Sweep the dust off
Polish and buff the edges
Clean and wipe the surfaces.

I start afresh.
 Nov 2014 Sound Of Rain
oni
the best stories
are the ones left
unfinished

and the ones
with the most love
end
midsentence
The story of you and me is my favorite story to tell.
My only fear
Is that I will spend every night
Sobbing in your arms
To make up for all the times
Everyone else
Left me to fend for myself.
I feel
something.
   It's kind
        of
          like,
   desire.

But I just
     don't have a
          spark,
to save this
     wildfire.
I haven't written anything new in almost a week. I've been having difficulty formulating my 'emotions' into words. Feeling low without writing.
I wanted to thank you
for being everything
to me whenever
I had nothing to
call my own.

You didn't just
get me out of a "rut."

You saved me
from the empty,
soulless shell in which
I was about to
become.
This is for the people that have helped me and have had my back. I will always be there for you all as well.
Next page