"trown" poems
A sweet kiss too long lingers,
Burning sensation in your fingers,
As you listen to the singers
Sing thier song.
Walking out of the room you stare,
Wonder if you're really there,
Run your fingers through his hair,
No time to turn back now.
Now you've done it all,
You took the fall,
I'll take a glass, tall,
this story's always the same.
Teenaged ambitions,
Completely failed the mission,
Lost in translation, or transmission,
We've all lost this here fight.
When everyone knows,
This is just how the story goes,
Maybe we'll dodge the blows,
Being trown at us by life.
Take a stand for who you are,
Be it here or there, near or far,
Be that one bright star,
When the rest are just the sky.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
his words stuck in my brain like a feather in tar.
tasseled and ruined and destined to stay that way.
our time ran thin and quick like the air in my lungs that night. gasping for air like i’d never known how to breathe again.
his touch lingers on my skin, running around every inch of my body. i’m still waiting for those 7 years to pass so i can have a body completely untouched by yours.
i can’t get the image of him out of my head like a bad scar you regret getting.
it only seems to be getting darker.
when it ended i swore i’d never feel again.
and i just want to say, if you’re heart broken; hold onto to that, because if you let that feeling go.
you just might be a cold stone trown into the void of a sea of emotions.
— thinking about you again.
-j.p.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC