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I look out, at the moonless night,
thinking about how you were right
I should be in your bed with you
Holding you close, it's just us two
But I can't be there, my arms round your hips
So I'll get some sleep, that last kiss on my lips.
It was so perfect last the time, that lips met
and I'm willing to bet, it made you wet.
A kiss so perfect, how could any compare?
To the soft, sweet lips, of an angel so fair.
So no one else shall have my kiss
Except for you, the girl I miss.
Good morning angel, this poem's for you
What I'm trying to say...Is I love you
The jealously stings when you say his name,
But you're in love, and I'm to blame
I gave you up, I let you go
I was too foolish to let you know
I love you, I need you, you know I do
But now it's his arms you crawl into.
I wonder do I even matter any more?
My name which once made your heart soar
Does it even make you smile?
Or have you not cared, for a while?
I guess my time is done
Off to his arms, you start to run
Staring dreamily into his eyes
You used to love me, or was that just lies?
It doesn't matter, you love him now
I want you back, but fate won't allow
Me to let you know, that I love you
And I will forever, no matter what you do
This poems so old, I can't believe how much has changed since I first wrote it. I love you too
I remember the way I used to smile
I haven't done that in quite a while
I remember the way happiness felt
Before I had to deal with the hand I'd been dealt
I remember what it was like to blush
Ah those were the days, it was such a rush
I remember how happy I once used to be
I remember the days back when you loved me
I now know why I let you break my heart again and again the way you do
Because the only person who can put it back together again is you
I can't unbreak your heart, I can't undo the pain
But in my arms it'll never be broken again
I like this one
Get up, stop crying
I don't care if you feel like dying.
Tears won't win them back
Won't restore the things you lack
So don't waste your time being sad
You've new opportunities, so just be glad
Serious, it's okay. I know things ****, but they get better. Trust me
Rereading my poems makes me sad, how could I ever have been happy enough to write that?
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