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I feel a bit more lost
Each day I don't see your face
Not hearing your voice
I feel outta place

I wish I knew
Some magic word
To ease your mind
Take away your hurt

In my heart
You burrowed deep
I wanted nothing more
Than you safe to keep

You should never feel
Like you're second best
You're an awesome girl
Unique among the rest

I'm sorry a thousand times
That I didn't make this more clear
You're a precious soul
To me very dear
Anastasia Jul 2019
What is it you want
Despite what I try to think
I know it's not me
Tori Sep 2018
With the freshness of youth I  breathe in the world around me,
walking in an ecstasy of spirit, marveling at
bare feet
            and broken umbrellas
building faces
            and burning questions
Always seeking, living, bleeding, fearing that I should become remiss
and give to my memory this heavenly bliss.
breathing in my youth lest it pass me by....
Eleanor Sinclair Sep 2018
I feel the sunlight on my face
And it reminds me of your warm embrace
The one for which I long
When I’m weak it makes me strong
It was sad to watch you walk away
But I know we’ll make it back together some day
You don’t believe my words
How many times have I said it? Is it the second? Or the twenty-third?
I love you without earthly notion
You fill me with a variety of emotion
And I will always feel love for you and us
Love far deeper than lust
Imagine our island in the sky
On a single cloud floating by

We will make it there,
I swear
Alexandria Hope Apr 2015
Listen to songs of what had been,
I know it's hard, you chose what happened
Waves crash down and close the gateway
When memories flood them wide open
Oh, come home to me, before I sail away

It's a dreary dawn you've settled down in
It's a misty town you call your medicine
Weather and women work your fingers to bone
You swear up and down this is all worth doing
Come home
Close up shop and rest your face in my arms

But you bar the door of your lonely hotel room
Rest easy in your misery and listen to men
Crooning on about love, of what could have been

Maybe you should have brought your raincoat
I can't be your sunshine when it pours, anymore
And you're too stubborn to see what's in front of you

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