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While waiting for the end to come i enjoy my time in the sun.
Before it all starts crumbling down, i laugh like never before.
Counting the days until the finish line is  caught on my retina and i just love
hello my lover

there are a few words i´d like to share
but please
forgive me if this is something you can not bare

i have quietly been living my eventful life
but please
do not see me as some middle class trophy wife

i know my rare thoughts can forge peculiar actions that are a little hard to follow
but please
tell me in time if you will not be able to swallow

i told you of how i stamp yours truly as  dumb
but please
do not gainsay when i speak of these matters while your mouth it is that these words are from
loving is easy when you don´t know what it means
They'll never try as hard as me and never cry as hard as me
In the hope to find that beautiful flower.
I have strayed from what I am, what i was, what I used to be.
Looking in the mirror, but I don´t see the girl I left under the apple tree.
Same eyes, same nose but this is not me.
Untill my body is brought to the nation wide sea.
I will continue to aschew reality.
untill I find the by myself hidden  key.
not a single soul will truly know me.
Rolling eyes
Interest
Attention
Investment
Feelings
Dreams
A racing heart
An additude
Care
Faith
Hope
Love
Emptiness
Pain
This is what i gave him, them and myself
I gave myself
My baby shows his love for me
Shares kisses hugs and dreams
My baby hides his fears from me
Never will i hear about the pain tho it seems
That everyday my baby's eyes get just a little darker
His smile fades and  i hear tales of "a friend" 's life getting harder.
I love my baby 'till the end
And never will i stop to wonder
If someday oneday hopefully,  he might show me all of his thunder.
i hear the sound, metal clashing from the swings at the end of my street
i hear the sound, birds from the tree across my window
i hear the sound kids laughing , screaming of joy.

i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound
*i used to be the sound of this strange strange world
your hands on my hips
and to the left my head tips
sweet acts of tenderness
gentle but firm
emotions are floating
i am letting go
im forgetting my past and ignoring my future
guiding your chin to my lips
using only my finger tips
your cries are heard by the unforgiving
if only embracing our pain would mean a guaranteed happy ever after
Let it pour the night before
You find yourself again
For you are the power, the will and strength.
You sought the day before tomorrow began.

— The End —