"promissed" poems
Your skin feels warm, like silk on silk
You make my days feel sunshine yellow.
In the begining seeing you was like spining.
Yellow spining
The spining has stoped,
But i'm left in a blissfull, perfect, relaxed state.
You constantly surprise me with your selflessness.
You came out of a fairy tale didn't you?
Take me back with you.
Let me be your princess.
You've promissed me forever.
I'm forever yours.
Lets spend our days in yellow sunshine, floating on our endless love.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
he sat with me,
I told him my story
huge smiles and drinking juice in high glasses,
refreshing our souls.
we ran, we laugh in places like fairytales,
he told me stories and promissed to never leave me,
he promissed me to always support me,
even when I went down.
but her, with her pale face and dry lips cried, eyes full of tears,
but he would always be there,
even when I hide my feelings in that dark and lonely room.
I always felt weak and not worth it,
And I would lie to myself,
Because those feelings and broken smiles wouldnt change a thing,
and would only make me more confuse.
this would be the last time that,
everything would be the same.
I left everything in the bathroom,
and I avenged everything I felt in bed,
Because only he knew,
and he never judged me and always saved me from quit,
frail, lost, broken in two with feelings.
I didnt knew,
and I everyday survived,
the storm and fell asleep,
all anxiety would return the next day,
but he would always be there to take care of my broken pieces.
I lied to myself,
hurt feelings but he was always
there to me.
and he always took care of mine tiny pieces,
wipe the tears of my pale and frail face,
while telling me that he would love me,
even if everything was over,
because all the feelings would disappear in a hot bath
where the water would take my anger and sadness,
and would make me feel better, again, or even feel nothing at all,
but I had him always telling me "baby, everything will be alright".
-d.a
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
I promised her a poem
But I don't know how to meter
I wish I could tell her
How beautiful is the weather
If she is by my side
Even the dark clouds fades
Turning the skies so blue
Creating a twist in our fates
I wish I could tell her a new story
About the sun and moon
Or how she has the stars in her eyes
But I am late and they took my rhymes
Sooner or later I must tell her
How breathing is mean less
If I can't whisper her name
Sooner or later I must tell her
That my hands are tied
If I fight alone
But she do must know
That I gonna be true
And for her I'll go through
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
i cannot do anything now
its all on you
make a move before its too late
i love you and i promissed
you that ill never beg for your love
if it wasnt for that i would have been on my
knees in tears asking for your love
i cannot do anything make a move on
me i love you
im waiting for you make a move plz
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
you promissed me the eternity together,
so i would never be alone ,
and i believed into your words,
therefore you can not be gone.
we were stayng late nights crying,
you never let go of my hand,
and i believed into your magic,
therefore you can not be dead.
i refuse to believe in this, and,
last night we were laying on bed ,kissing,
we ran away from home many times,
therefore for me you are just missing.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
I'll silence myself while I'll be standing still
the world is going crazy, touching the hand of fear.
I'll build a mountain of love, kindness and will,
so please hold me tighter in the rain, my dear.
If not, I will end in sad and dark despair
it will be no laughter anymore in my heart,
I'll run endlessly on the hills, to you I swear,
like two strangers, believe me, we will fall apart.
I'll be dancing with tears in my eyes
even if silence will reign over everything,
I know in fairytales tomorrow never dies
we promissed to each other to be queen and king.
I'll blame it on the sun, I'll blame it on the sky
I'll colour the loneliness with the echo of my whisper,
I'm gonna live and love, humbled, until I die
with the vows of heaven, love gets even sweeter.
It's never too late to get a second chance
and speak rhapsody of words under the holy moon
pain is an open window, with a deadly glance
fly me up to heaven, so I can see you soon.
27.01.2018 London
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC