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 May 2014 Michael Duong
Margaret
I liked that poem
before it was trending.
Just a little humor to add to my seriousness!
How can I forget you when I gaze up at the starry night and stare right into your eyes?
How can I forget you when I'm so used to your presence in the mornings that I subconsciously make enough coffee for two?
How can I forget you when the bed has gotten too big for me alone and your side of it has gotten cold?
How can I forget you when all my poems were inspired by you?
How can I forget you when I'm the one that has to turn off the lights before going to bed ever since?
How can I forget you when I'm so used to hearing those sweet, three words every day?
How can I forget you when you've carved your name in my heart so deep I doubt will heal completely?
How can I forget you when you bring out my true self?
How can I forget you I'm so dull without you?
How can I forget you when our song hits the radio every time I get into my car and there's no one to sing along with?
You ask me to forget you, but tell me, how can I?
Though I will stop breathing,
I do not die,
Not yet.
Not until my name
Ceases to graze lips,
Only then can you declare me dead
As I live on
Through the pages of my work.
Sorry I haven't been writing a lot of poetry lately, I've been really sick :(
Never befriend a snake
yet I befriended you
I showed you my scars yet you hid yours
I laugh because it's funny,
how you can walk in a patch full of weeds,
and never notice the faithful rose.

but be careful,
her thorns are her scars.
they're guarding her heart.
but oh how easily they can be picked off.
thorn by thorn, piece by piece.
you'll make your way into her heart.

because you're like all the rest.
you'll take off each thorn, grab the vulnerable rose and tell her she's beautiful.

and then you'll destroy the rose.

why?

because beauty is never seen until the scars are removed and the walls are broken down.
but some roses never know who is the one to remove the thorns.
thoughts are plaguing me, so I must write.
 May 2014 Michael Duong
PrttyBrd
I hurt a man
Out of insensitivity
I hurt a man
Through thoughtless pride
I hurt a man
With my inner truths
I hurt a man
With insecurities
I hurt a man
Thinking he didn't care
I hurt a man
Who is my friend
I hurt a man
Who thought he loved me
I hurt a man
 May 2014 Michael Duong
PrttyBrd
Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be who you need me to be
I cannot be who you love
For I am neither wind, nor rain, nor summer sun
I cannot light your nights like a full moon and it's glittering counterparts

Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be what you see in me
I cannot be who you love
For I am neither Princess, nor Queen, nor damsel  in distress
I cannot save you and I do not want to be saved

Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be the she in your dreams
I cannot be who you love
I encompass no fancy tales of enchantment
I cannot promise an ending full of happiness; I can only promise an ending

Please.......
Stop talking
For I cannot be your fantasy
I cannot be who you love
For I am just a girl inside a woman, I am less a lady than you deserve
And despite my honest words, my heart pleads

Please.......
Don't ever cease
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