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winter child Jan 2019
what if love don’t spark anymore
after a while of being together,
what if it dies years
after the knots being tied.
what if it was gone long before we realize.
what if love wasn’t the one we seek.
what if it wasn’t something we need.
what if a marriage requires something else all the time—
for love that doesn't last forever,
but fate does.
happy 25th anniversary mom & dad,
hoping one day love could find its way back to our home & make it warm again.
winter child Jan 2019
—last year has brought me to you
in midst of my slump,
when i needed a rescue.

—last year i made the deal
during the heal,
i should find the will,
to survive the entire new year,
even if it means i can’t have you near.
gotta catch my other muse soon.
winter child Jan 2019
there will always be starlights in you that others couldn’t capture,
no matter how much i scream to their face to see how bright they gleam.
as i started to realize that they just don’t mean to spark for them—
that was when i found why my heart was the only one that burn.
—thank you for choosing me, you’ve been such a pleasure to me as you will always be.
winter child Nov 2018
you always have the heart that i’ll never give to someone new.
either you keep—
or i’ll have to let mine go away with you.
winter child Nov 2018
you
your name still feels great
reaching the back of my throat—
after a while.
i recognized the same longing
the familiar feeling
—bringing back memories
more than my entire past carries.
my parted lips
easy to let the phrase slips
presenting the emotions i keep
after a while.
nothing is changing
not you, not me, not anybody
i am still me
the girl who’s always on her knee
praying for you to be happy.
and you—
are still you
the one my hearts always dedicated to.
for j & his magical yet confusing maze
winter child Nov 2018
the blur—
seems like it planted deep,
rooting in my bone
scares me to the core
will it ever be sure?
the uncertainty of my future.
i’ve spent nights & days
wide awake thinking
the best ways of dealing
“will i ever stop being so worried?”
about things im not even sure of
while all i can do is sit
—write for the feelings to ease away bit by bit
through every letter the ink spits
winter child Nov 2018
i could be friend, i could be lover,
i could be your heart in any form
anything that keep you from harm.

no rush, no gush
no need to chase after time
as long as your hands hanging there
you can always hold mine.

call me friend, call me lover
i’ll be anything to keep you happy,
anything that will make you less sappy.
for d.
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