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T Thomas Jan 2016
Chilly winters
where your frozen fingertips feel like splinters
across my gentle skin

do you even care?

That im here wasting away
your smile plagues me
my words begin to sound like a sad melody

do you even care?
do you even care?

These cigarettes are making me lightheaded
the bed doesnt feel the same
Your laugh is all that plays

repeatedly,
repeatedly,

These sad songs dont suit me
but you're entrusted in my memory
saved
but unwillingly
I'll sing sweet songs and drink till
Im smiling endlessly

repeatedly
repeatedly
T Thomas Jan 2016
Around hundreds of faces
surrounded, breathless
continuously drowing in plain sight
how can anyone feel this alone?
Its a mystery
with easily accessible friendships
but my fingertips dont match
going through my day's briskly
barely taking in the scenery
clinging to my only escape,
sleep.
Measly laughter
repetitive chatter
when will I be fulfilled?
Wasting away in this hollow density
daydreaming of leaving the city
Im waiting for my breakthrough
slowly
slowly
slowly
Let my destiny come to me
I'm waiting,
impatiently,
I'm waiting
T Thomas Jan 2016
I picked up the pen
and paper again
Only where will my
journey begin?
Fluttering hearts
frozen with chills
trying to defrost with
nothing but beer.
  Feb 2015 T Thomas
Matthew Bourgeois
I've got countless thoughts.
I want so badly to express them.
But I can't.
Because I don't know how.
T Thomas Feb 2015
Maybe those secret nights of us tangled together in bed
and feeling like cozy newlyweds
will soon fade to you
But in the book of my mind
where you are inscribed
those memories will last
my entire lifetime
  Feb 2015 T Thomas
angela
there you were, lying right next to me. our bodies entangled with each other, fingers intertwined, legs wrapped around each other - it was almost as if our souls were about to become one. i lie awake, staring right next to me where you were - perfection, yes perfection, perfection is all i see right now. your tired eyes gently shut, eyelashes that looked like a butterfly's fragile wing, the bridge of your nose constructed so perfectly, your cheeks that were tinted pink, i wanted to run my fingers through all the edges of your faces, just to make sure that you were real and this is not another one of those daydreams i've been having for so long now, that this is really happening, that you, my dreams, yes, you are my dreams, that this is reality. "what did i do to get myself so lucky?" i wondered. there you were, such a divine creation of god, accompanied by a wonderful melody that consisted of the rise and sighs of your breath, a melody that made me feel blessed for you, my love, existed. before this, i was in love with the idea of you. the thought of you that kept running through my mind whether i was alone or not, i was so in love and infatuated by you, just by you existing in my mind. it was hard to believe that something as simple as your existence can make me so happy. i had no control over how you were multiplying the butterflies that were now flying viciously inside of me, how you make my veins pump with adrenaline, how you make my heart play a mean bass drum whenever you're around. home was now your arms, and my heart was now yours, but the best part was that you were mine, now and what feels like forever. there you were, lying right next to me, gently inhaling and exhaling. i can't help but plant a kiss on your pink tinted cheeks and bury my face in your chest, and under my breath i say, "oh god, i'm so in love with you."
was very inspired to write this by someone special. i love him so much.
T Thomas Feb 2015
As the cold winter breeze harshly hits my face
I think till I'm numb
Then curse myself
for ever letting you slip away
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