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 Nov 2015 rootsbudsflowers
Flynn
Every moment spent with you is a gift
It causes me to drift
Beneath the moonlight we sit
Reality disappears and it is soon very clear
That it's only you I wish to be near.
That little voice of yours...
Soft and soothing like a moonlit breeze
Smile so bright.
It warms me like the summers sun light
Drunk off your touch
I can't ever get enough
Sometimes I feel as though I stare too much
But, I love the way the stars glisten in those beautiful eyes
I just hate when the sun starts to rise
For it's too soon and followed with good byes.
 Nov 2015 rootsbudsflowers
Chris
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I am what you read,
*you are what I write
Not sure this makes sense, but it does to me.  :)
 Nov 2015 rootsbudsflowers
Flynn
I don't know where to begin
Or how to absolve this sin
But here without you I lay
Reminiscing of a better day
I knew it was to good to be true
But I never thought it would be me hurting you
My actions were odious
I crushed your big beautiful heart into nothingness
I wish I was more resourceful
For I am unfathomably remorseful
You said I always knew just what to say
But I was merely sharing how you brighten my day
Jeez what wouldn't I pay
To spend with you, just one more day
If you were to look in my eyes
you would see everything but lies
Though its true I've been remiss
I only wish to fix this
I hate myself for what I did
and although I cant change the past
I hope one day you forgive me at last
 Nov 2015 rootsbudsflowers
Flynn
Your face is so angelic
Understandably Intimidating
You are unapologetically Beautiful

Soft spoken and innocent
You haven't a clue
the damage you could do
with a bat of your eyes

I would walk for miles
Just to see your smile
And it's pure bliss
To feel your soft lips
Everytime we kiss
8.
I wrote scores about him
Dipped my hair in paint and left a trail of where thoughts of him would take me
Who knew it would line the entire highway
Dotted lines
Straight lines
All mixed up
I could have written novels of my lonely journeys
The Hobbit has nothing on me
I filled notebook after notebook
Love that he would never see
And I am glad you like long showers
Because lately
I have torn the pages from those notebooks
And watched the ink run together as the water hits the floor.
all she did was
reach for a glass
and
my eyes became like pens
drawing my love
with every stretch of
her legs
building up until i
felt like the snap between
the stem and the apple
twisted a little and
so completely consumed
 Nov 2015 rootsbudsflowers
LoveLy
You've  never felt more self pity
and embarrassment in school until
You've walked down the halls
Eyes brimmed with tears you
fight to hold in all day and the
Inability to tell anyone what's
going on because you know what
Has made you feel this way but
It all is just too much and putting
It in word would force the breath
Out of your lungs and the water out
of your eyes.
I'm just so tired...sick of a lot
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