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Carmen Jane Aug 31
Muffled noise of traveling cars
I hear through my open windows
At night, underneath the purple stars
I rest my heavy head on pillows

Across my room, the baby coughs
In secret codes, for me perhaps
I also hear your gentle breath
In all my movements, I am stealth.

Across from me, in the same bed,
You dream away, your best dream yet
Of childhood places, from faraway,
Of freshest milk and childhood's play.

The times you stayed on your grandma's porch
You stayed so still and ignored the urge
To run barefoot in the tall soft grass,
Gold sand of your childhood's hourglass

You stayed like that, like lost in space,
Letting the sun to caress your face
Eyelids kissed by warming rays,
That's how you spent those morning days

I feel how  heavy are  my eyelids,
I smile, thinking you'll tell our kids
About your dream that you just had
God knows how much I love their dad!

I am thrilled, the weekend's  really here
Everything is changing in atmosphere
In the morning you'll make us coffee,
You'll even put on top some toffee.
A love note :)
Matthew May 26
The clouds around me gather
as I collect my thoughts about what I think is real or not.
The fear takes over in the blue sky of my mind
and my heart sinks deeply into the abyss of my chest
and I wonder how many lives have you had before we met
and how many lives will you have after me.
The ocean of my heart is deep and waning
and I have no way to navigate it without
the ideas of what I think I know already
and it is of no help because
without the smell of you I have no way to remember
if you were real.
Sometimes I sit here confused
and strained
and all I want is to have a cigarette like someone who has a real thought would need to compose their real thoughts
and look smart about it but but but but..
disappointment surges in again
and again like a cruel joke
and it makes me wonder if the decisions I make about my life
and the choices I choose are really the ones that I need
when clearly they aren’t.
You were a choice as well.
Every conversation was a choice
and you also were a casualty.
We were a casualty
and I let us die
Matthew May 26
A subtle sweetness I can taste in the back of my throat
and I smile.
The music lifts me off of the ground
and I feel overtaken by its rhythmic pulse which makes me happy and there is no other place I would rather be
than in the arms of you
karo May 10
and i'll hold on if you
let go
but i'll never cry for you my love

cause we could dance
and laugh in the face of
you and I
will we try

there's nothing that could
hurt me more
you and I
my love
karo Jan 9
every season spent with you
every mile
every evening
every smile you shared with me
each day
a day to remember
Crystal Jun 2018
Alexis POV:
My body is struggling to breath
I'm wearing your shirt
Remembering everything we had
All the laughs and all the fights
I would take all of that on again
Just to be with you
I miss you
I bet you have forgotten all about me Harry
I love you so much
I just wish you would feel the same about me
I thought you did
You said you did
And I was a fool to believe you
Our memories are flooding my eyes
I don't think you understand how much you meant to me
You still mean everything to me
I love you
Please reply to me
This is from a novel I am writing. There is a poem coming after this one from Harrys point of view **
Ishmarica May 2018
Grey is loss
Grey is blue
Grey is not what I think of
When I remember you.
This poem is for you.
Albus May 2017
These Spring nights are burning passion
Both by nature, and by your touch
We lie above the covers, fooling around
Fueled by the flame of our embrace

These Summer nights are heating up
As we sleep by each other's side
Without feeling one another
Unbearable to be and not to be in your arms

These Autumn nights are calming
As we lie in the end of my bed
Looking through my window
Up at the sky, and the rain

These Winter nights are dark
But your light will lead the way
Through corridors of dreams
Till we once again see dawn
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