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NC Sep 2020
Si déchirant de ne pas t’écrire
Quand mon corps cri au soupir
Si infaisable de t’oublier
Quand mon monde t’es voué
Si impensable de ne pas te voir
Quand tu incarnes chaque bonne histoire
Si accablant de me languir
Quand tu représentes mon désir
Si maladivement cruel
Quand on chérit sans dentelle
Si désolant de te quitter
Quand mon seul voeu est d’aimer

C’est un combat de tous les instants
Car mon amour est un état incessant
As the globe spins
the fear extinguished from within
using my paper & pen
reminiscing on all the things we could've been.

Still I smell your scent
at sunrise and sunset
the leaves fall from the trees
to know autumn is inset

we skipped summer cuz it seemed pointless
wish we would argue less
maybe then I'd prove my point

you never listened to my cries
still I listened to your lies
the only sound you heard of mine
was the cracking in my spine

breaking my back for you
going out my way
just to see the smile appear on your face
one more day

but now as I awaken from the naïve dream
I glance around in agony
cuz your not hear with me
all the hope vanished
& my little faith shall leave

cuz life is full of lessons
& painful times of grieve
so if its in a divine plan
one so big I can't conceive

the universe is on my side
wiping each tear as I cry
hoping one day I'll be alright .

one day
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
The cast iron skillet of love
Fell on me from up above
No time for a warning to be said
It landed squarely on my head

Pain far from dull
It caved in my skull
Scrambled my brains
Let them all drain
Gray matter splatered
Nothing else mattered

An unstoppable event
It quickly came and went
It left my heart sore
My brains on the floor

— The End —