"playng" poems
I was so sure,
So sure about that part of me.
And now I'm gone,
I'm in too deep.
This feeling that I have,
I've never felt before,
I don't know if its confusion,
Or something much more.
You look at me and
I feel like you actually see me
Which is probably one of the
most frightening things.
And I was so cold on top
Of that rooftop.
Talking about stars.
You playng songs with secret meanings.
Me pretending I didn't know what you
Were trying to tell me
With thr lyrics you sang aloud
"This song is perfect for right now"
But I loved it.
I love being cold and you coming closer.
The way our arms touched and
your right shoe rested on my left
The way your head rested on my shoulder
But this is wrong
And you know why I looked up to the sky
When your head turned and stared at me.
Waiting for me to look so our lips might touch.
But I can't
No matter how much I wanted it
That's not who I am..
"What makes you so sure?"
I'm not.
I'm just scared
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.
the death is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC