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i am panicking
that i've scared someone away
by being too honest
but thats okay
no pressure
i'm just throwing out messy lines
no grand declarations
i want to know you first
anyway
At least the sunset is pretty,
The way i want to be.
At least it shines with warmth,
Instead of cold stares i recieve,
But it'll end,
Disappear,
Leave me like they all did,
And my life will end with the sunset,
In the last rays of its warmth.
"The sunset is pretty, isn't it?" also WHY IS MY WRITING GETTING SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDD
In the courtyard there's an apple tree,
You can see it's branches sway in the breeze.
I sit on the stoop,
Watching,
As summer strokes those branches.
They say an apple falls right in it's place,
I can see that's not the case,
One lone apple blows over to me.
Fall is nigh, gather your children and head to the city. This year's will be a hard winter.
I shall stay here to guard the village. As is my duty. My promise to all of you.
I lay beside you
With a troubled mind
I cannot sleep
You’ve been so unkind.
Your back is turned
Your shoulder is cold
What can I do to get
Back into the fold.
Why can’t you tell me
What I have done bad,
The longer it go’s on
Im beginning  to be sad.
I fall asleep in the
Morning your gone
Please please tell
Me what I’ve done wrong.
Last night
Mistakes
Got in the car
Intoxication
You laughed
It was funny
To you
I called my boyfriend
He sped to come get me
You were
Drunk
Driving
We almost
Died
Intoxication
You thought
It was funny
It wasn’t
Depression draws no lines,
Satan longs for somber souls,
I pray you make it.
Som-be-rares
"Noun"
A unique person consumed by sadness, a sparkling star dampened by the dark.
I’ll give him the inside and the outside.
But he is preoccupied.
12-09-25
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