Miss You"Miss you."Miss You in Free Verse More Like This
Two words, written on the back of a picture.
Long since forgotten, recently discovered.
That faded, slightly tattered picture of a girl.
The words, definitely in her writing.
He remembered that much.
Elegant and beautiful, like the writer herself.
Dark hair, blonde streaks
Like shadows painted through with light.
Eyes reminiscent of Autumn leaves.
Sun-kissed, tanned skin.
Smiling up like an angel captured in time.
He hadn't seen the owner of that face in over seven years.
But still, the fragments of memories drifted through his head.
Images fast and frenzied in a slideshow of flash photography.
Images of good times and bad.
Images of love and hate.
Friends and enemies.
He missed her, too.
If only he could remember who she was.
TrustTrust.Trust in Emotional More Like This
Hard to give.
Easy to lose.
How can anyone tell who is worth it?
Let the wrong people in, and they'll walk all over you. Abuse you. Break you.
Keep the wrong people shut out, and you could be losing something special. Love. Care.
Where does the distinction lie?
Can anyone ever really be trusted?
Or is life just one big, long game of deceit?
I don't know.
Maybe I'll never know.
It isn't a concept that comes easily to me.
I've walked for so long with walls up.
Walls against everyone who ever knew me.
They've served me well. Kept me from harm.
But they've also kept me in my solitude.
Sure, I have friends.
But the number of them I can fully trust is easily defined:
It isn't their fault. It really isn't.
Mine for being weak.
Mine for being selfish.
Mine for putting my trust in all the wrong people.
Mine for being scared to put it in the right ones.
I am afraid.
There is only one who can allay these fears.
One that has proven herself.
More than a frie
I Like YouI like your long dark hair.I Like You in Emotional More Like This
I like your bright blue eyes.
I like your cute voice.
I like the way you dress.
I like how you tease me (not that I'd ever tell you that).
I like how you take me to pretty places, and really appreciate them.
I like that you're both playful and serious.
I like how even if you're being mean, you still put a smile on my face.
I like the fact you can make me laugh so easily.
I like how comfortable I feel around you.
I like how you are genuinely beautiful, inside and out, even if you don't see it.
I like the fact you listen.
I like how you're so easy to talk to, and that we never run out of things to say.
I like how you're always there, even if you're having difficulties in your own life.
I like how you give me a different perspective on everything.
I like how no matter what we do, we have fun.
I like how you're open to having debates and intelligent discussions.
I like how we have music so strongly in common, among many other things.
I like the fact that you are
A Caged BirdA bird.A Caged Bird in Free Verse More Like This
In a cage of steel bars.
She can't break out.
She can't fly away.
As if her wings were clipped.
She longs to soar.
She longs to be free.
Only one person holds the key.
The key to that little bird's cage.
They'll never give it to her.
Not while they're having so much fun
Watching her inside that prison.
The one they devised especially for her
Through empty promises
And false hopes
That one day, they'll let her out.
The bird trusted her keeper.
Her keeper used that trust.
Again and again.
If she ever wants the key
She'll have to take it from them.
Or by force.
One day, I hope that little bird will have the strength to fly again.
TonightTonight.Tonight in Free Verse More Like This
When you laid your head against my shoulder
With your hand on my chest
And closed those beautiful blue eyes
Your slender form embraced by my arms
I felt so proud to be able to call you mine.
At rest, and at peace
Like silken thread in the moon's light.
Like pure, soft snow.
The easy rhythm of your breathing.
Like waves lapping gently at the shore.
The beat of your heart.
Close, clear, comforting.
You stir, and nuzzle contentedly into my neck.
I am powerless to do anything but smile.
The EndHair of silkThe End in Free Verse More Like This
Turns to ash of death
No phoenix rises this time
As blue eyes become grey
Promises and dreams
Drown in the sorrow
Nothing but a smoky haze
Your lips used to taste so sweet
Now they’re only bitter with regret
The sting of your love
Like the blade of a dagger
Toxin in my veins
Addictive and fatal
It may be bad for me
But I can’t stop.
My heart died for you.
Breaking The FallI'm starting to notice that every single thing you doBreaking The Fall in Free Verse More Like This
Lights further little fires inside me, and they are starting to spread
Each tiny spark in your smile or your voice
In the way you style your hair, or in the clothes you wear
I am consumed in your beautiful inferno.
I know I should have stopped myself from starting to love you
But once I took that initial step, the ground gave way
Reality crashed into dreams with the force of an arrow through the heart
And now I tumble through clouds and stars and skies and oceans
Helplessly out of control, and I have no idea where I will land
Will you break my fall?