sleeping sad and looking back at those 1 pictures of you and i, wondering where you learned to smile like that. I remember takeing that picture, you touched my hand and my blood ******* fluttered. you let it go and my skin broke like glass.
what the hell had happened to us? I miss you like a bottle misses wine.
finding and figuring just what I meant I really wish I could make myself understand why.
and that there are people you just can't trust who say they wont lie, that everyone suffers from a broken heart from here to their, and not even rain can forget all those times when you made me laugh and you took my hand the notes the feeling ill never feel that again. I miss you
you're not coming back, and I know that I should just let you go and leave on break, break up break my heart like a vinyl record when you first touch it, everyone gets yelled at when they first touch a vinyl
that's something you said, words of yours tend to do loops in my head, but you never did yell.
whats that really good or bad because i cant really tell you never seemed to cry.
Heres a stuipd ******* break up poem thats just like all the others, i hope everyone on this site has a nice day and remembers that being cliche is ok
I want to slip Into Oasis Become pixelated Back in the 80s Watch as all my fandoms Come to life I can have coffee With Molly Ringwald At The Peach Pit Before hitting the beaches Of Costa del Sol Later check into the Overlook Hotel To slow dance with Casper As listen to theme music Of Castlevania To pedal a bmx bike And touch the stars To hang in detention With the brat pack To have my entire life soundtrack Badly synthesized 80s tunes I guess I am saying I want my 2020 A little more Oasis And a lot less Black Mirror
Yeah, I write poetry. Poetry is 'lit'. It's emotion put into words we poets know can't even begin to express our thoughts. It's a lyrical dance with rhyme and rhythm and melody with out the back up. It's a safe space, where 'Anonymous' can be the most relatable person you've ever experienced. It's a 'Come-to-Jesus' for some, a 'Join Lucifer's army' for others. We find poetry through feeling or lack of it; I found poetry through 'inner pain'. Some find it through love, hurt, loss, new beginnings and old endings. So, yeah. Maybe its not super upfront, and decoding the symbolism takes heart, but, feeling reality will never go out of style.