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Samantha Babe Aug 2020
Long walls
Cold air in September
The gaze of familiarity
Thought of this could be something

In silent proximity, exchanged smiles
A playground on the afternoon
It was still young
Unsure of what's after

But all I know was that
This could be not nothing
The Christmas songs in our ears
Telling love was on the way

Autumn's falling
The setback's been witnessed
But world's making a small circle
Near you to me
Finding each other's warmth

A paradise has been promised
In stolen nights
In hurtful sleeps
The whispers of " I'm here" gives shiver

This empire that's been made
Thrown with rocks and bullets
Losing was what they want
This was as cold as the breeze

But in a hopeless 6 pm
I wished to fight in unfair
In a gastly prison cell, breathing was not easy
A hope on somedays & to live in spring

But time has passed
In dusky floor, looking back
Head on the neck, hand on the hand
In peace, in our little world shining

Autumn, Christmas breeze are on their way
No more long walls, vacant hearts
The sun is ours, moon's our light
Everyday is a life
Tomorrow is a promise
That jaded hearts now beating
Hopeful of lifetime
Elah Naldo Dec 2018
it's ironic how love is a fleeble thing yet it feels so heavy when it comes to you. i love you in sighs heaving out on my lips. i love you in glances i take when you're out the door. i love you as i swallow lumps that form in my throat. i love you the most in the smallest gestures of your actions, when you absently thread your fingers between your hair, when your tongue ran over from one corner of your lips to the other, when you squint your eyes when you read details in small font. i love you silently. i love you with distance i will never know how to minimize. i love you in ways in which you don't pay attention, in moments when your thoughts wander as you stare into an empty space. maybe that's why even though you're close, you're still so far away because i keep saying that i love you in inaudible whispers until they form a love letter in the back of my mind, hoping you could read it someday.
Zoë Jun 2017
Pounding in my chest
Pounding all around
A thumping, beating noise
Reaches from my shoes
To my heart
To my mouth
Which is connected to hers
As we hear my favorite song
Played by our favorite band
And the cheers for equal love
Are heard above all.
These are the moments that I realize how gay I really am...

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