Story of a Broken Heart.Story of a Broken Heart.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought about writing a poem, about the way I felt,
But after trying I realized there is no way,
Because I feel way too much,
And have too much to tell you, so,
Hang on, bare with me, as I tell you my story,
The story of my freshly broken heart;
I do wonder if you would read this, know it is meant for you,
The one guy, who could keep me intrigued, interested,
I wonder if you even know the impact you have on me,
The things you could make me do, if you only told me to.
Did you read the poems I wrote about you?
I guess not.
The most common words in those poems?
Did you know that's how I see you?
I don't thin
HungerHunger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The irritation swells in your stomach, as the uproar progresses.
Heated by the blaze, your eyes echo sharp auburn.
And you hide the malaise so brilliantly that your sly smile nearly throws me off.
It's as if you trying to persuade the outcome of these battles and you're unwilling on my part, but your crafty auburn eyes mislead me into believing otherwise.
There's something wrong with the way your moving.
You're restraining your thoughts from becoming words and the silence is so taut that it's making you ache.
The disgust you have is inside somewhere and it's just waiting to crawl out.
You're craving for that one chance to utter some co