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Through the day,
until the end,
I stare at you,
my on loan friend,
I can't relate,
I feel displaced,
you are the worst of the human race,
I stand and stare,
and pull my hair,
us together just isn't fair,
but we have to work,
though you'll stand and lurk,
you're just a misplaced quirk,
annoyance throughout my day,
my vehemence barely stays at bay,
and all I can think to say,
is that...

*You can go **** yourself.
 Jan 2013 sugar plumb
August
My sugar
cube heart
Watch it
dissolve
In your tea
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
 Jan 2013 sugar plumb
Zach Gordon
The line between what's real and fake is starting to break you.
First breath's stating something
Next breath's contradicting.

And you're always exaggerating
I don't know how to take you seriously.

You've cried wolf one time too much,
now you're acting like you're stuck in a rut.

You want something from me?
I've got nothing to give.
Stop lying you sad *******.
 Jan 2013 sugar plumb
Zach Gordon
You walk around tryin to fit in
Wanna look nice for all your friends
Living life as a fashion statement
Never sticking up for what you
believe in.

Wasting all your money on pills and blunt wraps
Going through friends like you go through dime sacks

You're nothing but a waste
Lack of respect for yourself

Lonely and confused
Cause you never had time for the friends you've used
I am a waste
A quitter
At everything
Except
The smokes
In my pocket
Stick a fork
In my socket
And restart
Me
I need you to hold me,
I am so cold
Inside my body shivers
And my soul quivers
Don't disappear
I need you near
I want to feel your touch
Again, make me blush
Your words so sweet
Chase away the pain
Your laugh so soft
Cut away the strain
I love you so much
It burns inside
I love you to the ends if earth
It hurts to say it
You wipe away my tears
With these soft and gentle hands
You hold me so tenderly
It quakes the lands
Your whispers
They taunt me
As your lips
Tease my lips
I just need to know that
This is real
And not just a dream
I guess I am old fashioned
I have to ask premisson first before I ask him
I don't know why But I feel the need
Or something

Old Fashion I guess
I was a fool
I am a fool
Waiting for the chance, waiting to experience your love
and being the imbecile, being the simpleton that I am
I talked to your sister to have that chance

I wanted, GOD, I wanted
But now it's like I don't even matter
Like what you said, what you told me in person doesn't matter
None of it matters anymore
 Jan 2013 sugar plumb
Mia
The night plays it's melody
Soothing and enchanting
Luring you into a spell
A false contentedness.
Where you need your sleep.
I trudge slow
I still want to be up
Listening to your sweet voice
Having you telling me sweet nothing's
making my heart warm.
All I want is all night with you
To keep you up and love you
In every possible way.
The day's hours don't seem enough
for our loving.
Enchant me again
with your lips and touch.
Butterflies at your bidding
I want it all with you.
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