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Broken pieces,
shattered on the floor.
The broken pieces
Of my heart,
Just left scattered.
But then out of the blue,
He showed up
And he put me back together.
No, even better,
He made me
Something better.
Someone better.
As cheesy as it sounds,
He showed me what love was,
What true love was.
He’s my living proof,
That all past heartbreaks
And heartaches,
And all the waiting,
Were worth it.
Because he’s worth it.
We’re worth it.
And I swear
That I’ll do my best
And not mess this thing up,
Because, honey,
This love that we share
Is by far
The most beautiful thing
In my world.
You like yellow but
I am violet.
The real question is,
why would a girl
that loves yellow to the
core of her heart,
would even bother to
pick a violet in a field of sunflowers.
If I should die tonight
I will go in peace
Though I’ve lived but twenty years
I know that life won’t cease.

It will go on and they’ll move on,
My pets and friends and family
Happiness will find them once again
And I’ll be a fond memory.

If I should die tonight
I will not put up a fight
For I have loved and have been loved
And my life was rather bright.

I did not accomplish much
In my brief time here on Earth
I did not learn to dance or sing and I never wrote a book
But achievement is subjective and I lived my life with mirth.

If I should die tonight
I will not die in vain
For I brought laughter to those around me
And to a few I eased some pain.

Mind at rest and soul in peace
I’ll be lying in my bed
Dreaming dreams full of magic
Long after I’m dead.

I’ll roll over one last time
With a faint smile on my face
I’ll exhale my final breath, at last,
And my God I will embrace.

Before it is my time to go
One thing I’ll leave in ink:
If you have some friends and a family that loves you
You are richer than you think.
I do not know when i will leave this world,
Whether that i'm young or when i'm old,
I only hope that i meet  the God i believed in
Not as a timid man but one who is bold.
Jst lots of tinkin
You think you're golden.

You're just a delicious lie wrapped in false promises.

And like the gratification of the taste,
Your pleasures are fickle and temporary.

You can fake the shine -
Polish the luster of your smile -
But any open eye can decipher what's real
And you're not.

You think you're golden
And you are.
Fool's gold always has value
As long as fools shall search.
your Colorado village was freezing,
even the eve of May

the bus dropped me there
you weren't waiting

I toted my duffel bag, now turned sixty,
to your place

you didn't answer for an hour; when you did,
it was not sleep in your eyes

we didn't fight--it was too cold in your apartment
for heated arguments

you didn't bother to say you were busy, or forgot
your father's only son had agreed to this visit

you had only stale bread, stingy swirls of peanut butter
in a cold jar

you left with a promise to get food,
and my last seven dollars

I waited for you until dusk, then dragged my bag
to a locked church

I put an extra ancient sweater under my coat, leaned
against the chapel's small west wall

I watched the sky turn from mauve to black,
until I fell asleep

and dreamed of a time I carried you on my shoulders,
under a warm sun
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate;
with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top.
I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit;
in fear of what others will think and say.
After enjoying your momentary treats;
came the truth;
with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.

A.K.A

(10 w)

The lies I ate, but
the truth I couldn’t take.
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