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Unnamed Dec 2013
I seem to have found you. My precious I know have a cause for my very being. Life has yet again become a blur, all for you. Your laugh is like silk, a ribbon I want to smother myself in. Your eyes are like blue-bells in a field, I could get lost in them. Your face, a flawless meadow that leaves me speechless. Your voice, a golden stream of chocolate that I want to bathe in.

I seem to have lost you. My precious I know I have fallen again. Life yet again has become an empty glass, wanting to fill up again. Your laugh is like silk, and I miss the sound of it. Your eyes are like blue bells in a field, I could regret the times I spent locked in them. Your face, a haunting reminder of my pain and your rejection. Your voice, a golden stream of lies that I can't stop inhaling.

Just let me out, I don't want to be stuck in your eyes any longer. Just let me out, let me have meaning again. Just let me out, I just want to be free from you. Just let me out,

i want to dream again.
Unnamed Nov 2013
They yell and scream into my ears, letting me know where their heart lies.
They point and laugh and say "He's just a joke.", letting me know their opinions.
She laughs and says "You're not worth my time", letting me down again.
He tells me it'll be okay, even though we both know the truth.

I drag my thoughts and dreams with me, up this stairway of life.
At the top, in a golden light, lies the ivory that whisks me away.

Away to a place untouched and beautiful.
Away to a place where I cry.
Away to a place where the waters of my tears flow in an endless melody across the crimson sky.
Away to a place where I can dream and not have you crushing my ambitions.
Away to a place where my love can flow like a river, free and never ending.

Away to a place where my sins and regrets don't follow.
Unnamed Nov 2013
I'm having a Jazz Affair, I'm sorry to admit.
Michael Buble has a voice, a sound full of grit.
that makes even me, sound and strong,
think to myself "I might be wrong."

I'm having a Jazz Affair, my love it's true.
Even though I will always love you.
The sound of swing and Tony Bennett,
gets me so I almost forget it.

I'm having a Jazz Affair, but you'll always have my heart.
It's sad but true, Jazz is an art.
Some music is faster and more compelling,
but Jazz just keeps on singing, and loving and telling.
Unnamed Nov 2013
The night is dark, the gifts are wrapped and the lights are high. The children are tucked into their cozy beds and the parents are drifting towards sleep as well.
Soon all the world is dark and eager with anticipation. Children dreaming of their presents soon to be unraveled.

But outside the minds of the innocent children. Outside the room, the hallway and even the house, lives beauty.

The Snowfall is Gods sugar falling from his cup of warm coco.
The Snowfall is a dancing ballet of tiny crystals.
The Snowfall is the frozen tears of the broken.
The Snowfall is a staining love that falls on the beautiful lovers.
Unnamed Nov 2013
The day I met you was not unlike this one.
It was a cold day, one we all have lived.

We met on a day where the sun was high,
and the day sparkled in the new born snow.

On the day we met you walked in from the cold.
Your purple jacket was stained by Gods powdered sugar.

The day we met your cheeks were red and your blue eyes shone in the sun.
Your smile captured my heart, trapping it your soul.

We met on a day when life was hard.
And your gaze freed me from my suffering.

On the day we met, I lost all hope,
For you were greater than I.

On this day, you are gone and I am here.
For you are greater than I.
Unnamed Nov 2013
Today I found a sheet of paper,
telling me future.

Today I found I friend,
telling me I'll be OK.

Today I found a secret,
telling me the truth.

Today I found forever,
telling me why.

Today I found love,
telling me how.

Today I found sacrifice,
telling me what to do.

Today I found death,
telling me The End.

Today I found comfort,
telling me to rest.
Unnamed Nov 2013
From the beginning I saw the true you
With your eyes on fire I knew the life you loathed

From the beginning I knew we could be happy
With my spring of life boiling with love

From the beginning you wanted nothing
With your resentment I believed in love

From the beginning I learned
With love comes a commitment

A road you didn't want to travel
A life you didn't want to live
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