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Stephanie Grace Dec 2016
My voice of hope leapt into the air
****, the way it spread everywhere,
but ****,
you didn't hear a thing -
you couldn't even feel those decibels ring.

How optimistic was I,
that this message
would pass all the way through
it's trajectory,
yearning for it to land to you -
from me.

How occupied you are now
the epoch of us has gone,
I just wanted you to know
I still think of you
despite it being
so long.
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Stephanie Grace Dec 2016
A love that was deeper than the sea
a love that grew between you and me.
The one I thought was the apple of my eye
the one I thought would never make me cry.
The toughest storms yet we made it through
nothing would come between me and you.
I wonder sometimes if it means more to me,
I guess it's hard to measure something you'll never see.
Stephanie Grace Dec 2016
A voice that travelled across the sea
how far it travelled to get to me

If only I could send my response back
I would throw all my words into the wind
hoping,
it would do just that
Stephanie Grace Dec 2016
Wait a moment
while I sit by your side
and remind you of the fondest memories your mind has left behind

Won't you remember the summers in the park
you pushed me so high on the swings that day
I felt like I was amongst the clouds, in a way
and I suppose I was
so enraptured by it all
but soon the summer left us
and we were trapped in fall

You my dear, well by then, you had forgotten it all.
Stephanie Grace Dec 2016
I picked myself up
because that was the only option left
nothing in this universe could make me feel any less
than what I truly am
and the power inside me is ever so great
so vast and undeniable
that nothing can break
Stephanie Grace Dec 2016
Baby
I'm so tired of the endless fights
worrying if you still love me at night

I can't make you see what's true
and
I can't make you care because
if your soul was aligned with mine
we wouldn't be in this despair

baby,
I love you
but even you said
that love isn't enough

my heart isn't made of unbreakable stuff.
Stephanie Grace Nov 2016
When the oceans freeze over
and the sky forever black
it will be too late
to ask for humanity back
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