I write this as I watch you rest your weary head down on the soft velvet that is your dreams I wonder if in those ephemeral scenes you escape to I am an actor in the plays that run in the night time.
I catch your tears in the crevices of my palms till they're no longer yours but ours, and I wait slowly till the stars return gleaming in your eyes in the solace of your sleeping I see you at serenity, I see you at peace. Away from the world that keeps taking and taking.
Sleep has taken the worry from your face, and in the soft curves of your outline I see the sea.
Lapping softly on the beach like two lovers in each other's arms. Till the distance between them is blurred. Till there's nothing left but sighs in the dead of the night.
It’s been three years I actually fit in here And yet you want to leave? Why are my decisions Never left up to me? It dosnt matter anyway No one will ever stay It’s gotten to now Where I’m accustomed To you as you walk away I guess that now I know how you look More from behind Than in the front I wish I could rewind I don’t know what would be different Or how it would end But maybe I would be firm And not bend When I was made to leave And told to walk away Or maybe even you might stay.
Just my thoughts one life atm hopefully will be better eventually.......
What fills the space, the empty void that life has taken Who's to fill your dying heart--- beating raindrops like crystals slipping under your black eyes Where will you go if nobody has asked you to stay And lastly, when will you come home to me--- the place you belong wholeheartedly...
It's been a long time. Please don't leave me again.
"We've enjoyed your time here " Is not said frequently enough Before we know it, they're gone forever Words halt so much pain I just wish we all knew how to utilize that correctly I think the world will be slightly better that way Just slightly
the color of her lipstick the color of the alleyway the color of his knuckles when she showed signs of struggle the color of the pavement the color of the ambulance light the color of her maternity dress the color of her baby's hair the color of the roses they set beside her coffin
she saw red-- the color of Love.
this poem was written to expose the haunting realities of many innocent **** victims, those who have been impregnated and keep it, and those who die from STDs.