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Curtis Owens Jul 2018
Our children may chase butterflies.
but me?
I’ll stay by your side.

teens may break with the tide
and run off alone with butterflies.
But Not me my dear, I’m by your side.

Other men chose butterflies
and then go off with small goodbyes.
But not you my dear, your by my side.
You are my sun bright
You are the daylight
Hiding the shadows of my mind

The memories that flew away came back again
Bringing back much heart pain
So why does it rain,
It feels just the same
As if I'll be on my own-
Without you

So I'm thinkin' about the memories through this song,
It helps me forget about everything that went wrong

Ecstatic moments feel painful now;
Even all the memories, even the longing,
Gets back to me now

I just looked at you, turned around and cried,
I wanted to find a place where I could hide

© 2017-2018 Poemsexpressionswords_truth. All Rights Reserved.
Written originally on 26/11/17 by Chloe Keane Sapphire Lim
Edited on 27/12/17
Instagram: @Poems_expressions_words_truth & @clej__chl.oeelim
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside
I want to scream, I want to cry
Why can't I just tell him goodbye

I want to move on; I can't let go
I love him more than he'll ever know
Memories come, when I'm alone
Thinking about all the things that I've been told
I want to start over, I want to be free
But this pain and memories just won't leave me

"If I am stressing you out, then you should just forget about me,"
How could you think it's so easy?
He hurt me bad, the pain is deep;
From all the promises he couldn't keep
All the things I heard him say,
Are in my head and just won't fade

How can I forget him, leave him behind?
Erase the memories from my mind?
He doesn't love me, and he never will
He will never care about how I feel
Originally written and inspired on 24/8/17 by Chloe Keane Sapphire Lim
Edited on 22/11/17
©2017-2018 Poems_expressions_words_truth. All Rights Reserved.

Instagram: Poems_expressions_words_truth & clej__chl.oeelim
V Jul 2018
Such pretty words from such a collected
and soothing voice, a voice given
coherence by a pretty mouth.

Was that why I could believe your lies?
Why they were so beautifully constructed?

   So beautiful that even the most candor
of men couldn't tell the truth
from the fiction in your words.

and only I could see it once
your words became repetitive,
and the beauty of your lies
were too much to not go unnoticed.

only then could I label you as a beautiful liar.
Quinntin Bravo Jun 2018
I felt the cold wind
wisp past me
leaving just a ghost
nothing but a taste
of your sour feelings
or maybe I
the ghost to you
haunting your life
I know you may have your reasons, but it'd be nice if we could stay friends
Angela Rose Jun 2018
Friends,
But you always want to tell me your secrets first
Friends,
But you cannot forget the way my hand felt on your thigh when we got too drunk
Friends,
But you call me at 2 AM to vent about work and how your boss was such a ***** again this week
Friends,
But you want to lay in bed with me and do nothing together not even touch
Friends,
But you know me better than I could know myself
Friends,
But you send me pictures of dogs you see on the street because it makes me smile
Friends,
But when you hear the love songs the only name that comes to mind is my own
Friends,
But always, always something more.
eve May 2018
Before things turned to downfall and downcast,
Everything seemed so good to be true,
The days we cherished together,
Will never be mentioned nowadays,
Oh, take me back to the night we met.
Where a peaceful cast shadowed over us two,
When your soul was once mended whole with mine,
When we were unhurt and satisfied.
I crave the presence of our younger years; nostalgia appears.
The recollection of your smile remains,
The laughter, the whispers, take me back to the day we said our first hellos.
Walking side by side one another,
Discovering new facts about ourselves never deemed detectable,
I had most of you, unfortunately now, I have almost none of you.
Things change,
Time passes,
And we will never get back what we wanted ever again.
V May 2018
Sweeter than honey,
you were always
on the tip of my tongue.
You were coated
with tiers of sugar.

You reminded me of honey,
sweet and palpable, yet
driven and resourceful,
never decaying or changing.
selflessflaws May 2018
she spent countless nights composing pieces of poetry about the different ways in which he had completed her. she spent countless nights sitting with a shattered heart, crying and getting intoxicated trying to forget about you, and the memories you once shared with her. a few months later, she's still broken, but she's slowly healing, from all of the damage you'd caused her. it's still a work in progress.
9.20pm. 5/5/18.
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