Tori - Hello Poetry

Tori Jun 2013

Engulf me in your fire,
Set my eyes aflame,
Don't take me for a liar,
Kiss me in the rain.

Tori Jun 2013

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My mind falls back, thinking of days before.
Your eyes, brown and beautiful, hide stories you'll never tell.

Tell me your lies, and I'll believe.
Hopelessly wishing away all those tears.

Find new stories, get lost in them, live them, breathe them.

Tori Jun 2013

Always

She dreamed of the day and the promise of 'Always'.
Infecting her mind with beauty and love.
Opening her heart to a fate worse then death.

To fall in love; how scary.

What if it didn't work out?
What if she lost it all?
Then she saw him smile,
And felt how wrong she was.
Forget the what if's.

I love him, the crazy *******.

Tori Jun 2013

14th October 2012

There it was again.
What is it about you that I can't resist?

There it was again.
You nudge me and smile, like the first time we kissed.

There it was again.
Friendship like no other, haunting me forever.

There it was again.
Tears in my eyes for everyone to see.

There it was again.
A seed of thought growing in its own fantasy.

There it was again.

There it was again.

Tori Jun 2013

The Poor Poet

He turned her into literature,
As he often would.
Poetry echoing the memory of her smile, her laugh, her eyes.

It had been a month and she burned brighter in his mind then ever before.
Like a trail of photographs tracing through a storm of thoughts, always revolving around her.

If he was Earth she was his Sun.
She brought life, she brought light.
And as he sat by his desk, he thought;

The poor poet, alone again.

Tori Jun 2013

The Man With Flowers

Holding flowers in his hands and regrets in his mind,
He made his way up the street.
'Im sorry I was wrong' he whispered
Rehearsing his lines , like a boy in a play.

Knocking on the door, his heartbeat audible.

She opened the door with mascara streaks from her eyes.
'Im sorry, I was wrong. Can I come home?'

He waited and could see her biting her lip.
'Of course' was all she said.
And they embraced.
And fell in love all over again.

Tori Jun 2013

Ink Stains

Tea drips on pages filled with your thought,

happy and pensive, and demons to be fought.

Tears fall on pages filled with hopes,

stupid boys and breaking hearts, strung together with ropes.

Ink stains on pages, mapping out your life,

your triumphs, your failure, your pleasures, your strife.

Write your soul,

Sing your pain.

Forget your critics

and just watch what you’ll gain.