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Tallulah Jan 2013
Inch by inch, mile by mile
Won't you stay for awhile?
Moment by moment, kiss by kiss
I've fallen in love with this

With
Murmmers under flannel sheets
Dark coffee & chocolate treats
The non-space between skin and lips
The gentle curve of twirling hips

...but
Like the tide you pull away
Slowly sadly this cannot stay
Looking back you turn to leave
My heart still sewn to your sleeve
For Em & Otto
Tallulah Jan 2013
Sparkles litter the floor
I make my way to the door
Cracked open like the sky
I reach to close my dress
Never been guilty of saying no
Crimson shame’s burning aglow
Tallulah Jan 2013
On the coast
In a pickup truck
We made a toast
To unfortunate luck

You traced my hips
Whispering my name
With those chalked lips
A shiver ran up my frame

You held me there
Where land kisses sea
On a blue sphere
You fell for me
Tallulah Dec 2012
I care
It´s unfair
To miss
Every kiss
To cry       
About goodbye
                                Do you  r e m e m b e r?

That dark December
Cuddled together
In rainy weather
How it felt
Made me  m
                       e
                    l
                         t


                                                            ­           You said
                                                              “Come back to bed”


                     I ran away                                                             ­                     Into the gray

In the middle of winter
Plucked like a splinter

I fell    
         Into a spell
                                Scared
                    ­                          I cared
                                                              I love
                                                            ­               …Kind of
For J.P
Tallulah Dec 2012
You’re a puzzle
Thousands of missing pieces
When I reach to hold you
I touch the missing spaces

You’re going nowhere
Awfully fast
Pedal to the metal
Hope this high will last

“Do you see me?”
Your mother snaps.
Can’t hear.  Ears
overflowing with schnapps

Addiction coded in genes.
Father to son it passes
The pattern continues
Passed along in ***** glasses
Tallulah Dec 2012
Walking on egg shells
Quietly falling through
A woman who never tells
Of her melancholy blue
for my mother
Tallulah Dec 2012
I’m made of fire
Shaped by its heat
A product of desire
In a drenched sheet
I’m made of fire
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