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My feet are cracked.
My feet are cold.
The only thing leading me
is my heart.
Oh, how warm
Mean what you say
For meaningless sayings
are mean.
I'm not sure.
I'm unclear.
But I can tell you what I feel.
I feel a passionate cloud stuck in in my chest.
So vague, so foggy, the mist.
Constantly I breathe more in,
as it suffocates me.
Though I know something clear is being built.
Something I fear is being built.
And when I breathe it out.
I will be sure.
This poem is about my future. My powerful future.
I'm not sure what our future is.
A lot can change in a day.
But you make me smile.
I don't have to be here in silence with you.
I finished my work some time ago.
But I might like you anyways.
So I'll stay.
I dont like my liking of you.
I hope you like me too.
That way the liking will be two.
Then I'll like the likings we like.
Please please don't interrupt only if you stay
I can't afford making space in my heart
Only to leave it vacant, that's not okay.
Now I must reconstruct, or fill it up
to erase an empty hole.
Oh, the wind makes it tough,
and screams back,
not enough in the soul.
The worst part is that I had no control.
You built this space in my heart
You left, and I have nothing to hold.
Maybe come back and make my hole whole?
I
listend to
this song while
i was still. It moved
me though. i was still and
moving at once. The song went
into my throat and stopped me from
breathing. My heart beat faster to get the
oxygen to my head, i was going to faint. Its
funny because i couldn't breathe, yet somehow
the song gave me oxygen. i felt like i was
going to faint when it played.
However, if it never played,
I wouldn't live.
I cant live
without
the
oxygen the
melody gives me.
It's out of control, the
song makes it all a contradiction.
It's in my soul, the song makes it all right.
Maybe this is what love is like? I hope
that someone, someday, will be
my song.
I wrote this in my journal as part of my beach series. I was listening to a song called better man by Paolo Nutini and another song called big eyes by Matt Corby and Bree. I decided to write about how amazing songs like these make me feel. Also I lowercased the "i" to show how little I feel because of the overpowering emotion.
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