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 Sep 2014 sanctuary
ev
I know we can't be together right now
You know it to but you still want me
Are we just masochists or is this real love

If I risk it all for us;
Will you still want me when you can have me?
- ev
that the blackness in my heart, pours out of my voice when I speak.
That it was like an ink, that could bury the room so fast that the doors would all simply disappear.

Ironic that I never had this before I met you.
Heaven was needing a hero
So the angels took you home
Heaven was needing a hero
So you had to leave me alone
Heaven was needing a hero
So the maker called your phone
But why did heaven need my hero
Why must I be alone
I still needed my hero
Now I feel like I have no home
I wish I still had my hero
Just one more call on the phone
(heaven needed my hero so the Angels never felt alone)
My grandfather took me from my mom when he found out she was abusing me mentally,physically, and selling me for her drugs he is the reason im alive he's my hero
If we could
Try again
Would we just
Be here again.
If we could breathe
One last breath
After death
Could we breathe
Life back into something
So long lifeless?
The last dance, is the last chance
To change your mind
Or die trying.
I cannot believe how easy for you it was
To wrap your hand around my heart
Like a snake with a vicious grip
You're holding me tight
And the venom you spread in me
Is a poison I have tasted before
Sweet and addictive it turns to acid
When withdrawal hits and you run away
All I will be left with is regret,
The firm print of hope against my soul,
The cold shadow of hopelessness following my steps,
And the words you said
That made me laugh once
But make me cry now
I cannot believe how easy for you it was
To release me and slither away
As if I never mattered at all
As if I never existed at all
///

Either if that land comes to me
or if I go to near the moon
rather, if I count the distance between the heaven and the hell
whatever you see or say
but I see and say there is a space

How long or thick I don’t know, but there is a space
where there is a vehicle or wind even empty
and the spaces, we run through air, land or the sea
if there exists any light or dark,
even I go through the time on the light speed
there I have seen a long space

Even between you and me
a little or big space
the shadow,
when I close to you
it has grown compact and even sometimes turned to dark
I can't see you
rather I see there is a space between you and me

And the star to star
sun to other stars
earth and the moon
and the moon and me
where there is a you there is at least a little space
even it dark or light
neither true nor false
either life or death
there is a space between you and me
your road to my road
your home to my home
at least a river, ocean or a wall that has created a space
your heart to my heart
your soul to my soul
there is a little space either light or dark
my love, that grew the difference between you and me
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Tribute to Stephen Hawking
the space time and difference between you and me....................
 Sep 2014 sanctuary
rufus
I'm glad I never knew
How different love could be
I'm glad you feel it too
I'm glad it's you and me

I still ask, though I'll never know
Why a heart like yours
Fell into my love hole
And stayed 'til morrow

I still ask, though I'll never be answered
How an electric soul like yours
Could love me, an ember shattered
Still you want to call me yours
 Sep 2014 sanctuary
caroline
i don't need promises or to discuss the idea of forever, maybe someday, but not now. and if you need honesty, yes, i have always been terrified of love. although, for the first time i find myself wanting now, this moment, my right hand in your left. i want our love in the rawest form, our hearts on the line, even with the knowledge that this could save me or completely drown me. i want you to hold me as if letting go would shatter every fiber of my being. i want to know what makes you whole when you feel empty, all the secrets you keep tucked away under your skin, and why you keep them there. i want to hear the stories of every scar that covers your body, if you cried when you got them. i want to hold your hand when 4AM comes and you've had another nightmare about your father. i want persuasive kisses (god it works each time) and morning breath whispers of "five more minutes" when i wake up to the sound of my alarm to leave. my love, my eyes have grown tired of searching and would not mind being set on you. (is that like saying forever?) for the first time, i am letting down my barriers that separate us, *i want to fall and be caught.
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