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Zack Ripley Oct 2020
I know you like to be alone.
I know you like to do things on your own.
But some day, you're going to want a friend, so I was wondering,
Would you let me catch you
When you fall?
Would you let me be the one you'd call?
Would you let me help you end a fight?
Would you let me be the one
Who texts good night?
I know you don't want to rely on anyone,
But in the end,
Would you let me be your friend?
Zack Ripley Aug 2020
They say "it's not about what you say, it's about what you do."
But that's not necessarily true.
Like everything, it depends on the situation.
For example, when it came to writing the declaration,
The act of writing it was just as important as the words they wrote.
What I'm saying is, no one action is more important than another.
What we say, what we do, it's all important.
Because in the end, all we have is each other.
Zack Ripley Jun 2020
Sometimes, I wish my story
Was written with a pencil
Instead of a pen.
To be able to erase
all the bad times,
The mistakes,
The what could've been's.
But in the end,
I wouldn't trade them for anything.
They made me who I am today.
And to me, that's everything.
Nylee May 2020
It has started
and the end
is closely following
breathe in
and dive in
the finish line
is done
all that we become
it slowly dawns
the dust will settle
as it ceases.
Zack Ripley Oct 2019
If you don't know, I can't tell you who you are.
I can't tell what you'll be
But I can tell you what I see.
When I look in your eyes,
I can see pain you've been trying to disguise.
I see you hoping you can find hope.
And when I look at your face,
I see someone who can never be replaced.
I can see you feel 100 years older
Because you've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.
Watching your chest move when you put your hand on your heart, that's proof you're human.
And if you want to find out who you are,
that's a good place to start.
In the end, it doesn't matter what I see.
All that matters is you find a way to love who you are
and look forward to who you'll be.
Paola Verduzco Dec 2018
Will I be
Genuinely happy?
Or will I look back
Back in remorse
Or Regret
The fear of being unhappy
In the end
I want to feel accomplished
Feel the love I dream about
Have the happy ending I fantasize about
About having children
Being married
And abundantly successful
Being successful
I hope that we are pleased with our ending
Because everything in this world comes to an end
Starfire Oct 2018
It was you that I wanted
It was you that I longed for

To hold
To love

To cherish every moment we had together  

But that could never happen

Because

You never felt the same
You never knew me

We never spoke to each other
We only crossed paths

But you finally noticed me
But we only became close friends

Till I eventually fell for you

And you never knew
And you finally left me

And in the end I realised it was never meant to be in the first place
Rylee Jan 2018
ok
I"ll be ok,
I always end up ok
Shane Leigh Jun 2017
When we first met
You lent me your jacket
So I wouldn't get wet.
It was so kind a gesture
And I thought, for a moment,
I should steal a kiss.

I remember,
I was anxious
Because I thought to kiss you;
But, in the end,
I was too afraid to.

I wanted you to like me,
I was nervous –
Terrified that you wouldn’t;
But you rested your hand on my thigh
And stole a kiss I said I shouldn’t.

In the end,
It was not *** or lust,
But it was love.
That’s what mattered just
Promise me, in the end,
You’ll say you love me.

In the end,
In the end.
© Shane Leigh
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2017
There is this question  
                           that lingers in my mind
The answer appropriate
                           I have yet to find

That after the time given to each life is up
The things , that she acquired
The success , fame , money , love , family
with all the time she had
All the things she worked harder for
The sacrifices she made
All memories , struggles ,everything
it will hold no value
The balance will turn back to zero

And there will come a time ,
she will need no oxygen ,
                       and then ?

In the end , it doesn't even matter
      So why , even live at all?
           So why , why work hard ?
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