Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
We are lonely trees in distant fields
All I can hope
Is that our roots reach out endlessly
Until they touch again
And we can grow together once more

All I want is to watch us blossom
We used to always pick out trees alone in their fields ad feel sorry for them
Midnight Zoomies Oct 2024
In distant silence, an ache lingers like a forgotten song,
a haunting melody that echoes through
the hollows of an empty home.

Each separation,
a poignant note in the music of longing.
The desire to convey the depth of absence becomes restrained vulnerability where a heart yearns for more than routine inquiries—
a connection that transcends the ordinary.

Yet, in the vast expanse,
the unspoken lingers as a melancholic language,
a narrative of desire and restraint.

Frustration emerges from unmet desires,
a delicate dance where the fear of vulnerability clashes
with the yearning for profound connection.

Silently, the heart navigates the surface,
resisting the urge to delve into the intricacies of emotions.

Now, a choice is made to reveal little,
to traverse the silence with a delicate grace,
as the unexpressed yearns to be heard in the still expanse.
Aching in the silence of unspoken words, I found myself longing for something deeper—something more than surface conversations. The weight of what wasn’t said pressed heavy, leaving me wondering if I was the only one who felt it. In the quiet space between us, I yearned for a connection that never came. Feeling distant while wanting to be seen.
Gabriel Sep 2024
She fell from the stars as if a gift sent just for me, wishing along the way as it burns for what could be.

Never crashing to the surface as she gentley extends her wings, yet devastatingly distant as are most other things.

Held in a connection that's covering the vastness of time, all those countless moments that had me trapped in her divine.

So blow another kiss so it will get there for a sweet goodnight, for I know tomorrow she will be there in the beauty of the light.
firstdraftfolder Sep 2024
swaying to the thick summer breeze.
the sun, always at its peak
blazing on dry floridian ground.

hand in hand, intertwined by fate,
played by the gods of love.
a spark meant to last before the bells toll.

separated by foreign lands,
unfinished plans,
waiting for the last dance.

sweat trickle on tanned skins,
bodies wrapped within reach,
passion and lust fused.

this is the curse that binds us together.
to my lover from the distant land -
may hecate cross our roads again.
summer romance is like no other
Kahawa Tamu Sep 2024
Two months passed,
And then I saw you again.
My heart raced beneath the surface,
But I had to keep it hidden,
The excitement buried under the weight of what we’ve lost.
We're no longer together,
Yet I still feel tied to you -
As if the thread of our love never snapped.
I wonder, will I ever stop caring for you?
I wanted to hold you,
To kiss you,
To rewind time and start fresh.
Why didn’t you ask me to stay?
I could see it in your eyes that you still care for me,
You still feel for me what I feel for you,
Yet we just didn’t make that step…

To forgive each other,
Embark on forever,
Live in our own world,
Loving each other,
Discovering more remarkable things about each other.

I wanted you to show me Malawi,
I wanted to travel with you,
Build memories,
Relive moments,
Laugh together,
Play with Kivuli,
Cook together,
Watch the sunset,
Snuggle,
Fall asleep together.

Yet I’m now on a plane back home, and I don’t want to leave,
I want to run back and jump into your arms,
And stay there forever.
What if I just turn back?
Will you think I’m crazy? Please ask me to stay.
Yet I didn’t move,
And the plane took off -
Is this longing just a dream?
Erwinism Sep 2024
Will I ever reach you
when there are tides surging and sweeping anything in between?

Have you seen something on these stair steps winding within?

Wild-eyed hope scurry into the woods of the night to heed the call,

wasted so many years growing up to find nothing beyond these walls.

I falter hearing blood and friends are in their ways broken, but all I do is listen and pretend to understand,

decipher encrypted messages of fate engraved in their calloused hands.

We are spent being rogue satellites looking for a sign of life,

fledgling wanderers cut by thorns through age made contrite.

When time plucks us out of the tree I’m hoping to pop up somewhere where the sun is free,

unlike this place where the end is only thing guaranteed.

And you and I laugh about it, a reprieve from crying out of sight,

so we hide behind comforting lies,
for the hurt is in the try.

It’s hard to own a face
in a confined and crowded space,

quietly we must go
and in time, leave without a trace.

Yet, though there are waves between us, let me know when you find a beacon guiding you back to the shore,

that unseen in the great unknown, there is much left unexplored.
ABSENCE makes
the ❤️ HEART ❤️ GROW FONDER,
BEING APART makes
the ❤️ LOVE ❤️ MORE STRONGER,
DISTANCE AWAY makes
the RELATIONSHIP LONGER,
Will this ❤️ LOVE LAST FOREVER ❤️ ??
YOU CAN'T HELP BUT TO WONDER!!!
When being away, LIVING MILES APART,
YEARNING and LONGING for the ❤️ SOUL OF YOUR HEART ❤️,
Even though you're MANY MILES AWAY,
YOU will REUNITE, REAL SOON, ONE DAY.
SO UNTIL THEN, YOU ARE DISTANCE
❤️LOVERS❤️,
THAT CARES FOR EACH OTHER and THERE AIN'T NO OTHER,
HAVING A ❤️ DEEP LOVE CONNECTION ❤️ and ❤️ LOVE ❤️ONE ANOTHER,
ABSENCE MAKES YOU DISTANCE but
❤️ TOGETHER IS FOREVER ❤️!!!
A LOVE ❤️ THAT IS TIGHT, CLOSE AND SO TRUE,
EVEN MILES APART,
YOUR❤️❤️❤️ LOVE❤️❤️❤️ STILL
SHINES THROUGH!!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/11/2024
This one here is for the DISTANT LOVERS, Now, DID I LEAVE ANYTHING OUT???
Lyla Aug 2024
Allow me a moment to gush
I don’t have any girlfriends, you see
No, not that way. The old way
Like the friend you call from a pink princess phone
To tell about your latest crush

I don’t have a girlfriend who
eats french fries dipped in caramel milkshake
While I describe all the ways he’s amazing
absolutely gorgeous, smart, kind
There’s no vanity in him, he just wants to be in nature
She’d offer me a cigarette (I decline, well, maybe just a drag)
Are all men in Austria like this?
I don’t know, but I’ll ask if he has any friends

If I had a girlfriend, we’d drive around town in her car
(faded smoke, Hawaiian Tropic, sun-scorched vinyl)
No destination but mischief
I’d be blushing
Because she’d ask how far we’d gotten

Well, there’s an ocean between us but
Our souls touched
Moving to a very small town is absolutely murderous for one's social life.
Next page