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as I close my eyes I paint a picture.
it is you, again.
my pencils are filled with colour,
a perfect mixture

and it seems,
as if these shades
only exist in my dreams

I draw you, line by line
I play with the thought,
you might wanna be mine

I draw your skin,
you’re smiling eyes,
your chin

I draw the lips I’d like to kiss,
but what is this?

you’re not here,
not even close

and if you read this;
I am painting.
for you, 
I’m still waiting.

- gio
Crystene Apr 2020
When you will go outside, find me
I am warmed with you
Lingering overjoyed for you
If you cant find at me
You keep ****** me in your heart
You can read my eyes
What is indeed requested to claim
Why I am smirking at you
Being you are there
Formerly occupying my heart and embracing my soul
Euphrosyne Feb 2020
I know I was acting distant
But I really was just waiting for you,
you to come through
But I don't think that'll happen anytime soon
So please don't go on telling
everybody it was easy
the only difference was others was
brave enough to tell you
Even when I was waiting for you
I never expected this to be unfair
I just wanted you to care
I'm losing now.
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2019
Waiting for you is like
Being the passenger on a bus next to the window seat.
No matter how crowed it gets.
No matter the amount of stops the driver makes.
Being next to the window is the best seat.
Viewing the world inside out.
The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely seen.
Being the passenger
Lost in thought.
Waiting for you gives a certain sensation.
The sensation that there is something to be had,
building great anticipation.
Giving a chance to sit back & reflect.
Thinking the thought of maybe if not this stop.
Maybe it's the next when the driver finally hits the air brakes.
Being the passenger next to the window.
Viewing the world inside out.
The nooks & crannies, a part of you that is rarely
seen.
But eventually every bus has to make it's last stop.
No matter how long the ride
LostInFire Apr 2018
Every night when i go to bed
i just wish to meet you tommorow
every second is like weeks for me
i just want to see your everyday
just for a minute
so i can say to myself

YES! AM STILL ALIVE
i know this is not so good but pleasee i want to meet you just for a minutes only a minutes
ruby cordero Apr 2014
Now
im sorry, that's all i have to say,
im sorry that i had to be this way
i shouldn't have ever let you go
and now i sit here all alone
i thought of you as a burden
and now there isn't a day, an hour,minutes not even seconds
in which i don't think about you.
im sorry i had to be this way
i regret that day more than anything
i wish i could have you now.
your eyes lost that shine, and your smile disappeared
since that day i thought i was free, but stupid me
i feel trapped in a chamber of your heart
i was afraid of so much that i had to let you go
so many "what if they find out?" "what would they say about me"
but now i don't care, now that i have lost you
i would scream it loud and proud
" I LOVE YOU!"
i need you, i want you, i love you
love songs remind me constantly of you
as i smile and think of all our memories
all the times you made me laugh like no other person
i ruined everything, because i was scared
and now i just wish you were here with me
tell me Do you remember me? does it hurt when you think of me?
do i bring back happy memories or do i bring back painful ones?
remember what you told me the first day we met?
"when we grow up were going to get married", do you remember that?
i know one day ill find you again and maybe i can tell you all these things
but now, what can i do?
there's nothing to do but wait for you..
even if you don't come to me as a lover, i wish you happiness
i was the one that messed everything up and not you
just remember one thing...
ill never forget you
Alex....im waiting for you

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