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Aroody Apr 2016
What else do you want?  
I'm already so ruined,
Yet too cheeky of me,  
To as you to comeback,  

Since distance stepped  in between,
And my eyes have forever been,
Constantly rain and flood,
My heart lost reason to pump blood,

I want you now I need you now,
Direct me towards yourself tell me how,
A heart I possess from all the world,  
I'll exchange it for a hand to hold,  


Please..... consider coming back!


© AROODY2016
When you really miss someone so much!!!
  Mar 2016 Aroody
Vanessa Gatley
Ah...
So busy doing something  
Never ends
   No breaks seems
    & u still creep in my mind
     SO this way I don't
    Over  react  
         Relaxed
Always better days
     To come
  Mar 2016 Aroody
m i a
please I beg you

hit me in the head

so I may forget

everything he said

all of the lies

that I somehow believed

all of the pain he caused me

but hey it was my fault for believing

please I beg you

hit me in the head

so I may forget

everything he said.
//
Aroody Mar 2016
Once upon a time I was in love,
With that smile with those eyes,
Now I'm so hurt I don't feel anything,

Sometimes I feel I wanna disappear,
You are not by my side,  
I'm filled with ignorance and fear,

How cruel of you to leave me,  
When  I was totally yours,
And keep me behind these doors,

Set those eyes to look ,
For love instead of faults,
Talk to me now break the walls,  

I'm in love still as you can see,
I'm hoping for spring in autumn like a tree,
Either come and bring spring,  
Or leave me to the hands of the axes,


© AROODY2016
  Feb 2016 Aroody
ryn
I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon.
She guards the night sky...
While I patrol these grounds...
Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon.

I am a vessel... all emptied and barren.
what once was full,
now echoes faint
the glories of yesteryears.
Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen.

I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own.
Immortalised...
Anchored...
to a body of mist and haze...
Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown...

I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms.
Hope etched tight
into my knackered knuckles
and calloused digits.
Please... take them in yours...
soothe them...
grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
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