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Mandi Sep 2019
I'm here on the bed, you're there on your game
Forgive me for thinking that that's sort of lame
You want simulation, I want stimulation
That comes from a touch not my imagination
I wish you would take me to far away places
Instead I'm left wide open with these big empty spaces
Wounds need to be dressed, holes need to be filled
Someone catch me I'm falling, dont even know if its real
Got people calling me an Egirl like Im after flirtation
Forgive me for being hungry for just a little conversation
Should I just fade away, while you play away
Watch me fade away, might not be here someday
Married to a gamer and it gets a little lonely
Bobby Dodds Oct 2018
Maybe, one day; when I grow old,
I’ll see past quarrels slowly fold.  
Maybe, one day: when lights grow dim,
We’ll all sit quiet to hear one somber hymn.
Maybe, one day: the rain stops pouring;
You’ll be with me- our hearts left soaring.
one day, one day.
Ryzeofthepoet Aug 2018
Theres a lingering cloud when we conversate
An awkward vibe we never mention
Long gone are our banters and cute debates
Keeping feelings minimal, avoiding questions

The adorable messsages we used to send
Are they ever coming back or was that it?
Loving like we used to, is that real or just pretend
Keep my broken heart if we ever do split

You're slowly fading away from me
I don't even think you realise
All i can do is let you be
And let me deal with all the cries.

Perhaps it was the distance
Or maybe it was just the time
All of this gives me grievance
I just want you to remain mine.
Adrianna Roe Jul 2018
And so life goes on . . .
                   the last fragments of my memories melting away.

Don't forget me, okay.
Hold onto a piece of me, please.
Nicole Dawn Sep 2015
Watch carefully
Most can't even see
But look close

There's a little girl
Can you see her?

Her flame,
Once so bright
Is slowly
Very slowing
F a d i n g   a w a y

Soon she'll simply

Just watch
For the little girl
Is going
Manda Lise Jan 2015
She always wore mismatched socks because,
Well why not wear them?
The excitement in her eyes constantly could never really fade,
Until it did fade and it’s gone now.
Where did she go, where did she leave to?
The girl who lived in a pumpkin, with unthinkable *****,
Who laughed the loudest at every joke,
Even if it wasn't that funny, but wanted to make the person telling it feel good.
Where is she now, what has become of her?
She walks around uncertain about the way her life goes,
When she is perfectly capable of figuring out the puzzle.
She would drink out of goblets to be apart from the norm,
And because they looked "cool" in her hands.
She would skip around to get to her destination,
Just for the fact that walking was overrated.
Her persona is fading away, the quintessential girl everyone knew is still there,
But inside she is falling into a slump.
How can she be reunited with her old self, when all that is in front of her,
Is beginning to change?
Everything is starting to become clear, but it will hurt others,
How can she accept the change is for the better,
When she's been so accustomed to what has become of her life?
Written October 2010

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