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Victoria Ryan Oct 2014
Sockets laying low, like a swing with to much rusted chain.

Corneas harshened with florescent grass viridescent  and sky aquamarine.

Snout pointy as the tip of a lustrous knife silver blade, and facing diagonal like a canon before fire.

Two ample, pale, cushions, keeping guard about my mentum.

Little brown chocolate chips, melting upon every inch and centimeter on my countenance.

A mane full of lingering threads colored chestnuts.

Physique of Irish, pure skin filled with angel kisses.

Two stubby branches hanging in action, waiting to be reactivated.

And two vertically challenged limbs, pudgy and not operational.

My presence, positioned vertical, gazing into a transparent sea of glass.
Victoria Ryan Jun 2014
I'm Mad About You.
I'm mad that I'm not with you.
I'm mad that you're younger than me.
And I'm mad that I continue to **** things up.
I'm mad that I chose him and can't get you off my mind.
I'm mad that we cant spend summer together like we promised.
I'm mad that around you I get the spark, but around him its nothing.
I'm mad that I continue not to let my self be happy.
I'm mad that, quite frankly I rather be single.
I'm mad that I'm to good of a person to just leave him.
I'm mad that I never know what I want.
I'm mad that I'm Mad About You.
I'm Mad About You
Victoria Ryan Nov 2013
He left on Sunday and left her there
she trusted him and felt deep sorrow
As he told her "I will see you tomorrow"
For the long day, his lips felt open,
so he kissed a girl, and received no token.
She was so ***** and so poor,
his lips almost should feel swore.
On Monday she soon found out,
and her heart filled with despair.
She had 3 kids, but at the time,
she could hardly care.
Her world has end, her heart was broken,
all because her man had finally spoken.
He knew what he wanted, and it wasn't her,
she finally knew, that he's been cheating,
she has believed the lies that he has been feeding.
She was confused and felt very used.
Her kids were upset, and she was heavily crying,
her kids refused to leave and she wanted to keep trying,
she tried to forget it, she really did,
but its hard to forget something that was already done.
She had one son, that looked up to his father,
had one daughter who loved him like he was the only man in the world,
Its too late now for the mother, the feelings were cold,
for all this one kiss, and for all the times they shared,
there was no way, now how, that she could ever once more care.
Victoria Ryan Nov 2013
The tender touch of his hands, left me with trembles
he fed me his lies, and he tried to **** me from within
The words he spoke were gentle in soft
But he killed me with kindness
when she came in, it wasn't to long before you let me go
maybe I didn't want you leave
no matter how much pain you left behind.
I missed the strong hugs and the conversations we had
but at the end of the night I was still always sad
Maybe it was me, this whole problem
maybe we don't talk because of the things I started.
But what did I do wrong, I ask my self , as I have no idea
you left me here crying and now its over.
In the end the only time you'd truly talked to me,
was when you weren't sober.
I found this out, last month in October.
That was when I truly lost you,
Seems everything I heard about was actually very true.
I'm still in love you, and someday I'll tell you why,
But until then, I will slowly die.

— The End —