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 Nov 22 Zuane Lerm
Lieke
Laying still on my side of the bed
Won’t open my eyes, won’t turn my head

Our pages lie defeated on the floor
Kisses on the wall but ink on the door

Love I refuse to share with new
And so remain reserved for you.

It gives me peace, we tasted forever
Cuddled to dreams, before we severed

My heart smiles only to your touch
Your empty gloves I tightly clutch

As we twirl the days into blank unknown
I sing our song, ‘cause it’s ours to own

I sing and I cry
Teardrops burning dry

‘Till I finally dare look
At the ashes of our book

We pick up our pens in slow-motion glory
And continue to write, each our own story

Our hearts beating on to the rhythm of our metronome
Now, I must leave, but I won’t forget home.
you didn't come to my funeral
now you ask if i want to dance

you want to reach out
but i've already sunken
you're wrong if you see me glow
the light isn't for you

i've followed you before
climb to you, swim to you
but you can't see me try
you didn't try to

i don't blame you
but don't blame me
on my own again
because you left me

and some days
it just feels so lonely

but then i realized
this feeling isn't new

i used to feel this way
even when i was still with you
Someone told him
"If it's meant to be, set her free. She'll come back to you"
So he waited.

Someone told her
"If it was meant to be, he'd never have let go"
So she moved on.
 Nov 22 Zuane Lerm
Juliana
I can’t remember when I forgot
The word that I want just seems to be lost
Your name disappeared into the grave
I keep trying and telling myself not to save

The last memories I have of your face
Kept in photographs giving me a trace
Of what we had but now that will be gone
I realize I used to be a pawn

In this sick game you put me through
Now I’m glad I can’t remember you
I waited for the boy in you
To become a man that was true
Until my bones started rusting
Until my soul stopped trusting.

I died for your arrival
I died for the survival
Of a love we both promised
You left me be uncherished.
There was a time  
when putting voice to
silent declarations  
unspoken longing  
you would have uttered my name  

And it would have danced  
along your strings
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