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 Aug 2018 Tink
W. H. Auden
Time can say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
If I could tell you, I would let you know.
 Nov 2017 Tink
Ariadne
You were the one I loved
You were the one to give me hope
You were the one to comfort me
When I was losing faith

You were the one who made me happy
You were the one who made me smile
You were the one to cheer me up
Even in my darkest of nights

You were the one who made me sad
You were the one who disappointed me
You were the one I cried about
Even when I shouldn't have

You pretended I was your own
You even believed that you loved me
You said you still wanted to be friends
Even when you disappeared

And never said another word
 Nov 2017 Tink
Rose Cornicelli
You drown me in Love
Then you pull away
Leaving me breathless
Wishing youd stay
no one can see me gasping
no one can hear me scream
and just before my world goes black
you drown me yet again
 Nov 2017 Tink
rafsan
Maybe it was a little bit too much, of everything.
Of things said, of us sharing memories.
Of cold hands and happy days.

Maybe it was an old nostalgia,
Of the mix-up synergy,
Of honesty and sincerity.
Of yearning for longevity,
Of hopeful feelings for you.

Maybe the long nights and the short days,
Maybe the sad skies and the broken hearts,
Maybe the uncertainties of life,
Of saying goodbyes.
Of splitting ways and long distances.

Maybe it was merely a dream to live on, to never be awaken from.
Of your sweet smile and hopelessness of me.

Maybe it is just me, overthinking.
I really wish you'll be there for me, always.

— The End —