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The sun descends on the horizon,
Flaming all the way to its death,
A far ways out in the ocean.

I shed a tear watching it fall,
Though, not for that great ball of fire,
Come tomorrow it will rise again.

The tears I shed are for you,
For my arms which will be empty tonight,
Always wishing you were here.
If only
I want you here,
In this place with me.
I wish to hold you,
As the stars are born to the sky.

I need your touch,
These little fantasies.
I crave your kiss,
Each taste of love on your lips.

You, it's you.
I need you more than anything,
I need you more than water to drink.
Each touch of your hand restarts my broken heart,
Every grace of your touch raises me from the dead.
Are you a sorceress with a spell to temp me?
Or was I destined to cross paths with you?
I hung back, scared of what
The wall between us would do
If I came any closer.
The silence wound around my
Throat, and my eyes searched
For something to latch onto.
Was it the forced civility that
Made our conversations feel
Like a business deal?
Or was that truly how we felt?
Before she became a teen
she remained unseen
just another girl
lost in the world
now she’***** puberty
now everybody sees
now they stare
they pretend to care
now she’s found fame
same picture different frame
the unwanted attention
the objectification
not ready for this
not had her first kiss
but predators lurk
they hide in the woods
she clings to her innocence
but has stumbled into womanhood
now she bleeds like the rest
burdened by chest
she’s not ready for this
she’s not ready for this
her best friends dad
now gives her the eye
she wishes she had
the ability to lie
to pretend all is okay
that it’s meant to be this way
but she wants to turn back
but the facts are the facts
she’s no longer a girl
no more a child
it is what it is
she’s not ready for this
just leave her alone
she’s not ready for this..
Ill be your landfill, your dump, your wasteland
Unload your baggage and burdens on me
Discard the blame like a sea of crushed cans and garbage
Piled as far as the eye can see
Litter me with the accountability you avoided to sleep soundly
While my pillow holds mountains of hopeless thoughts and shattered dreams
You just needed a villian for your story
A sacrificial goat for your alter of self loathing
You thought that if you made them hate me
It'd be validation to treat me like you treat yourself inside your head.
I will escape your abuse but you will always be stuck with you.
Ill see you at your bedside, when you're paralyzed with remorse
These yellow eyes glow behind the closet door
My presence hangs heavy, fog curls floating over your wooden floor
I'm a haunting force, a creek in the night
An apparition in the shadowed corner
My wounds will heal but you'll live with the torture
We both know the truth
You did this to yourself
You'll be scorched in the end
By the same fire you tried to throw me in.
You're stuck with you, but I no longer am.
Your fire so bright,
it takes me in.
Your warmth so tender,
it burns me within.

Heard many warnings,
still I fall.
And I’d fall again,
no regrets.

For this is where I belong.
what the 'moth' said to the 'fire flames' when it asked not to fall.
I owe, I owe it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up the dollars come so slow

It looks like I took a turn for the worse
I hit a fork in the road and come down with
some kind of voodoo curse

These monetary blues I do detest
They've taken away my happy-go-lucky
and put me under house-arrest

My muse she flew out the door and is on-the-run
Screaming over her shoulder, it ain't a crime to be unhappy
but it isn't any fun

I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go
The debt is piling up and the dollars come so slow
smells like a song to me
What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.
....sun will rise tomorrow
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