Emotional, Poem.I want to make him happy..Emotional, Poem.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But can't let the truth go..
When i see him, I just want him to know..
But i can't, due to circumstance.
He brags about his misses, He loves her so much.
I turn my head & sigh, Smiling, struggling not to cry.
His smile is amazing, it makes me smile too.
I hang my head, knowing. "he doesn't want you."
I don't know this as a fact, But it's an obvious assumption.
He's so oblivious to my hints & affection..
Maybe he doesn't want it, Maybe he doesn't see.
All i ever wanted was for him to love me..
Is that so wrong, For this angsty girl?
To like & love.. Feel emotion..?
I know i'm not perfect,
I know i'm not morally right.
But i can't stand, knowing he has another to hold tight..
I blush & smile, cringe & cry..
At the end of
Fairy Tale Syndrome-COLLAB"Happiness must be with the stars.Fairy Tale Syndrome-COLLAB6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So high, they are out of reach.
Maybe we can take a rocketboat and sail our way up.
Let our imaginations guide our ship.
How fantastic, a ship run by our love.
About as realistic as the happiness we wish to reach.
When we wake, we find that this happiness was a dream.
Will it stay?
Will it return?
Will we make it our own?"
Heart of stone or gold, either way it breaks just the same...
You told me once my heart was made of silver. Silver, not gold.
But it's impossible to tell now, all the pieces are s h a t t e r e d and are too weak to reflect anything anymore
I've tried to put them back together. But I'll never finish. You'll always have a handful of me.
If hearts could fly, I'd think I'd like to scatter mine across this lonely little world.
Maybe a piece of me will be important to someone, someday...
I've cried enough tears to drown this lonely city.
He loves her notFloorboards creak; betrayal consumes the sleepless.He loves her not5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Fly In The DarkI am tired of blinding darkness,A Fly In The Dark6 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
The world has had enough madness.
From despair's ashes I rise,
With a flame of hope in my eyes.
The last pained tear has dropped,
Bird of agony shall soon be stopped.
It wont circle the world anymore;
Won't bring terror, torture and war.
My wings made from mighty fire,
Are raising me higher and higher.
I'll illuminate the world with my light,
The shadows shall be called to fight.
The world has suffered enough cries,
It has heard enough terrible lies.
Six WordsMorning.Six Words5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Her, asleep beside me.