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Jellyfish Aug 2017
I love reading your books
but cannot anymore.
I burst into tears
each time I open that door,
the one that leads into
the library of your heart.
Mia del Rosario Aug 2017
I miss the way you hold my hand
you would interlace our fingers
like you didn't want to let me go
I didn't want to let go either

I miss the way you hug me
You would hold out your arms
and wait for me to run to you
so you could hold me tight

I miss the way you kiss me
You would hold my head
and bring your lips to my forehead
How I wish you kissed me longer

I miss the way you sing to me
You would call my number
and sing your heart's favorite song
That was my favorite part of the day

I miss you and I hate how
I can't do anything about the distance
that keeps us far from each other
that keeps me from you and vice versa

I've been trying to forget you
to keep you out of my head
but I wake up with your name on my lips
and I sleep with your heart on my mind

It's been five months
and I can't get your voice out of my head
your hugs that are echoes of the past
your kisses that are branded on my skin

My love, I would get out right now
into the pouring rain and get a train
just to be with you, beside you
even under this weather that we love

Please
Just come back
To me
Torias Aug 2017
Get up girl, you got **** to do. Those tears will dry and you'll be alright. It'll take some time, but you know that, so let yourself feel, but don't dwell, don't let your head go under. One day, this'll be a scar on a girl you once knew.
7/22/17 ~ Maybe I'm not the only one to need this
Jellyfish Aug 2017
When I go back
and listen from beginning to end
every song I listened to back then,
I feel so sad.

Remembering all that I did,  
back when I was feeling hopeless.
SQUID Aug 2017
Didn't sharp my pencil.
Years went by until...
One day, I did,
and .... WHAT A NOISE!!!!
Robert J Howard Jul 2017
Broken down and bust
Fallen idol with rust
No love nor lust
Forgotten covered in dust.

Large serving of self pity
Tired of this grey city
Back to the nitty gritty
Oh such a pity.

The end is nigh
Best quickly get high
Do it down on the sly
Knowing everyone will ask why.

Take a big bite of that crust
In God we pretend to trust
Life doesn't have to be just
Broken down and bust.
Injury
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