a warning comes from the flashing screen and the window shakes as the lightning crashes it remains intact. the hurricane continues to whip up debris now tearing down homes tearing my home tearing you down – the wind is screaming.
you should have listened to the flashing screen.
how we never listen until it finally happens and it's too late (drabble lol)
You know I haven't written about looking at myself loathing what I see but is been weighing on my frontal lobe so I'm gonna write this outta me I've been through to much to feel this way again I refuse to give up I need to grow up and be strong, if not for me then my family and friends But then maybe I've been strong for too long All humans need time to breathe that sigh of relief from not having to fight any longer But I've taken loss after loss and fallen down and each time I've gotten up I was hurt, but stronger This throng of self doubt and disappointment hurts me to even talk about every time I seem to build confidence I get crushed by second guessing and doubt without my friends I don't even think I'd be here right now So thank you all I love you And now pen, take your bow
He refuses to offer a piece of his heart 'Cause he can't trust it'll be kept unbroken He keeps his feelings belted smart Chances for new emotions left untouched and unspoken
He offers his rut, fresh and mastered Decides it's the best and most he wants for now The heart that's growing a case on him is being plastered At the mere longing to exchange a loyalty vow
There is hope he will change and offer more With no guarantee of his final choice for a future; There is hope, at the depth of a bruised heart still sore Longing to hold him close upon his merciful role as a suture.
Your whiskey lips are haunting me with words of what if and what could be.
The dream of us may be more damaging I fear, than where life has lead us to my dear. I steer clear from your gaze for all the ways they make me feel like old days;
scared, insecure, miserable, happy.
"I just want one kiss", a trip into bliss that you'll miss. But your phantom lips have left me aching from the past that we have been making. And that pain has got me breaking. Daydreaming a life from which I'm waking.
Back to reality, a life cast in duality. The world stripped of sensuality but revisited at night. A happiness best taken in sips, and although I've woken, my heart rips because I can still feel your lips.