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 Feb 2018 Mehak
Amanda Kay Burke
I'm sorry I complain so much
I understand you don't want to talk
To me when I am emotional
It's just that you have been my rock

I have no one to vent to
You're still one of my best friends
I need someone to spill my heart to
About how tired I am of dead ends

You don't want to hear me whine
Or listen while I get mad
Besides you can't make me feel better
Because you're the reason I'm sad
Written on 1/8/13

What do you do when the only person who can make you smile is the one who made you cry?
 Feb 2018 Mehak
Amanda Kay Burke
Sinking into my bed again
You're in my head and on my mind
I said I was over this but it seems
My subconscious hasn't left him behind

At night I'm haunted by his voice
Although my days are pulled by you
I thought I had killed old memories
The darkness revives what I once knew

I close my eyes and I see his
Every time I doze they come alive
These beautiful blues have become my foes
Unyielding no matter how hard I try

My dreams are out of control
Teeming with unwanted scenes
Unstable, they start spinning fast
Easily breaking heartfelt routines

I guess I can't trust my own senses
The signs I created are not even real
My imagination is misleading
I need to listen to what I feel

I'm unable to believe in visions
I'm imprisoned by my own design
This betrayal wasn't my decision
And the guilt I'm facing isn't mine

Desperate for a bit of rest
I wish his face wasn't always there
But I'm helpless and it's impossible
To change the scenery beneath my hair

What used to be a masterpiece
I no longer consider art
And I'd fare much better if
Me and my dreams were kept apart.
Lost love sometimes stays in the back of your mind only crawling out late at night to torture your brain with fond memories.
 Feb 2018 Mehak
Jade Lima
Frown
 Feb 2018 Mehak
Jade Lima
When your life constantly knocks you down,
It’s hard to wear anything other than a frown.
I know I’m down, but am I out?
My whole being is filled with doubt.
I find myself slipping into the depths of rock bottom.
Will I be able to make it till autumn?
Something tells me that it doesn’t matter.
And every part of my mind is scattered.
So I guess all I can do is try to get out of this pit.
And try to make it another day but I know I won’t be missed.
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