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 Apr 2015 DustBall
Virginia S
~dead~
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Virginia S
Love;

Don't worry if i'm angry
don't fear if I yell
The real me is dead.

Don't listen to my words.
for i know they are
only meant to hurt.

I think you know
this isn't me
you know i'm out of me

With time ill learn
how to be
the broken me.

I'm sorry if i'm angry
I'm sorry if I yell
the lovely me  is dead.
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Virginia S
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Virginia S
Would you hate to hear that i still love you?
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Virginia S
Finally the time has come.
Laying in my bed again
I’m ready to see you
and say goodbye to this pain.

I can see you and kiss you.
I am finally by your side.
I don’t want you to leave
I wish you would stay for a while.

The sad thing is
no matter how good it feels
deep down in my soul
I know soon you’ll be gone.

I know you’ll leave me aside
the moment I open my eyes.
For I know, this is just a dream
And in vain “I love you” I scream

And it wouldn’t be clever
but I would however,
If I can’t have you,
dream you forever.

And maybe I will one day
When I say goodbye to this world
When I go.
Maybe ill dream of you still

when I’m dead.
Copyright © Virginia Steindl
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
Her stance
gives off an aura
of power

Her voice
projects to the corners
of the room

Should I be intimidated?
Or should I be amazed?
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
Poet
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
You deny being a poet
Yet every word you say

Is poetic.
How can I convince him to try poetry?
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
Better
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
She changed him for the better
But when she breaks his heart
it will all come crashing down
And I feel like there is nothing I can do about it.
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
Hold On
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Shylah S
I can only hold so many
In the palms of my hand
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Yung Wifey
We could have been smart with the plot from the start
Mistakes from the spark..
We knew it wasn't love
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Syzygy
Memory
 Apr 2015 DustBall
Syzygy
Why didn't you remind me
Of the things I should have never forgotten?
Because those things
Are now attacking me,
Killing me inside.
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