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and as you breathe in the warm and flowery scent
of someone’s hair
while their skin ripples under your touch
you ask yourself
you ask yourself all the questions that you would never
if you were alone
What will I have of you
to show
Why I love you?
What, can I raise in my cold hands
to summon your warmth
back into my blood?
To speak of you, like snowflakes
in space,
to feel the shape of a name in my mouth?
What part of my heart
can I show, to make others understand?
To who can I hold like you did,
in my fever dreams,
to breathe in my whispers and lock them away for rainy days?
To who can I give these tears that betray my love?

Please. What can you leave for me
Before you have to leave me?
Euphie Jan 15
Did you know, I fell in love with you...
how long will it be until you notice me?
Johnny walker Jan 14
When I look upon my life and ask what It's all about
I look upon my childhood of abuse and ask the question
why
I look and see only a life of
struggle just to survive each every day I look upon
photos of my wife no longer with
me
She who gave me hope and
and a purpose In life I was so unsure of but, It was fate that bought us
together
And was fate that took her away a fate that gave with one hand an then took away with the
other
And left me to face this world alone still asking
the question why to were
I believe there Is no answer
Questions still I find myself asking but knowing there are no answers
abc Jan 10
i’ve played this same game.
but you can ask the last one,
you don’t want to play games with
the queen of games.
i’ll tear you apart and
use your bones to pick my teeth.
you ******* heart thief.

-abc
Johnny walker Jan 10
Followed In my dreams as far as they can take me no further can I go living In my dreams for finally coming back to reality
to
try to start my life all over
again my late wife Helen to whom I've apologised unreservedly taken flowers to her grave to tell her
It time for me to move on but told her as laid the flowers  I said I will never forget you, Helen, and always tend your grave and lay flowers as often I as I can
but I've just  got to move can't still go living the past for what Is gone I can't bring her back
so time for me to move on
R.I.P Helen my darling you're forever In my
heart
Trying to accept moving on can't bring her back so I move or die I'm not ready to die yet
And now,
because of you,
I will keep asking myself
if I am the reason
why you
left.
Mrs Robota Dec 2018
I was little
The first time they called me that word consisting of six letters
For trivial mistakes
For being a disappointment
For asking for help
I am insecure
I tried, but they broke my confidence
I developed a fear of failure
I tried, but they broke my enthusiasm
And it left a permanent mark on me
Johnny walker Dec 2018
I'll tell you a story of a
the life I once lived with
a girl called Helen
for she was the love of
my
life
From school girl then to becoming my wife "God she was truly the love of my life
A time I remember we did first meet we sat a park
there holding hands bitterly cold with snow on the ground
Then I walked Helen back home to bid her good night looked In her eyes then I knew she would become
wife
She gifted to me a wonderful son, for 20 years we did have but as so often In life fate showed It's hand, but that hand can sometimes be cruel
And stole from me the love of my life, that of my beautiful wife, and to
this very
day  
I'm still asking why was she taken from me, for I now have to face life all alone without my beautiful
wife called
Helen at my
side
I'm still asking why was Helen stolen from me when I needed her so much to stay with me
Johnny walker Dec 2018
I'll tell you a story of a
the life I once lived with
a girl called Helen
for she was the love of
my
life
From school girl then to becoming my wife "God she was truly the love of my life
A time I remember we did first meet we sat a park
there holding hands bitterly cold with snow on the ground
Then I walked Helen back home to bid her good night looked In her eyes then I knew she would become
wife
She gifted to me a wonderful son, for 20 years we did have but as so often In life fate showed It's hand, but that hand can sometimes be cruel
And stole from me the love of my life, that of my beautiful wife and to
this very
day  
I'm still asking why was she taken from me, for I now have to face life all alone without my beautiful
wife called
Helen at my
side
I'm still asking why was Helen stolen from me when I needed her so much to stay with me
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