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 Mar 2018 hannah
Ashly Kocher
I used to have a best friend
Who was as confident as can be
She loved to be social, was fun loving and carefree
We did everything together from such a young age
We had many laughs with other, oh those were the days
As we grew older we suddenly drifted apart
I don’t know what happened but I lost a friend in my heart
I wish I knew where she was today
I miss my best friend, i wish she never went away
Oh, I realized I never told you her name
My fun loving, carefree, confident as can be friend....


Was ME....

Where did that girl go?
I wonder why
She left me at a young age and never said goodbye...
I wish she would come back and help me out

But for now I will live in the shadows of my younger self
Oh how I wish you would return to me
Help me believe
To be more fun loving and carefree
Like (we) I used to be....
How we used to be at a younger age, but where did we go? Why can’t we be like we used to?
 Mar 2018 hannah
adriana
It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears
 Mar 2018 hannah
Angie Marcano
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” -He asks

“No. I do not”- I say

“Why not?” -He asks again.

(Because falling in love at first sight is like falling in love with an appearance. The hair, the eyes, the body may all be perfect. But what about who’s on the inside. Such things are not gonna matter for the rest of our lives. Will you not love them when you see the flaws? Will you not love them when they are a mess?  Will you not love them when they aren’t as perfect anymore? As if their looks could show me who they really are. I don’t need such superficial love.) - I think

“I don't know.”- I say.
 Mar 2018 hannah
Angie Marcano
There is an opaque dark blue hoodie,
hiding at the back of my closet.
Covered in metaphoric dust and cobwebs.
It has fluffy cloud-like lint
covering the holes in its pocket.
Short little strings
sticking out from its seam.
It hides behind the bright rainbow
of blouses and dresses.
Deep in the back, away from sight .
Forgotten and unused.

Yet it,
Still smells like that popular perfume I got you.
Still holds the tickets from the last movie we saw in its pockets.
Still has that ketchup stain from when we last ate together.

It is no longer a bright navy blue hoodie.
Its color has faded away.
Ever since that cold November day.
When you left without it and never came back.
It hasn't left its spot ever since.
And neither have I.
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