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¿Cómo puedo amar algo que no es mío?
¿El frío no hace temblar los huesos?
¿Si amor es lo que pides?
¿No pueden los árboles respirar?
¿El amor a primera vista termina?
¿Dios no ama al mundo?
¿Qué no eres para mí?
¿El sol no sale después de las cinco?
¿No te gusta oír mi voz antes de dormir?
¿Hay una entrada al cielo, no?
¿Tú sientes mi alma sobre ti?
¿Las rosas no tienen espinas?
¿Es mejor ver el amor venir?
¿El amor, no ve mucho más de la distancia?
¿Quizás?
I’m so busted I can’t be trusted,
I’ve been stealing from myself
just to get high.
All the karma I’ve been making
is barely enough to keep me alive.
My account is in the negative,
my credit is a peace of mind.
I need a loan,
I need to borrow,
I need to find myself a wife.
Traveler Tim

Or get up off my ***!!
So tell me love, do you feel better now?
Have all your questions been answered, will you let it die out?

Tell me love- did it fix your pain?
Is your chest no longer aching? Are you finished storming rain?

Tell me love, can you really accept it? You're not just a lighter you're
also a match stick

Tell me love what have you learned?
Did you really learn your lesson- will everyone get burned?

Tell me love will it make a difference? You want to change but you're never good with this

Tell me love you think it's all fate? That a few months of work can replace all your hate?

Tell me love- for you know it's true, you're a star burnt out and he's too good for you

Tell me love- can you stay this course? Or will you stop arguing with me once your voice is hoarse?

So tell me love did your mind untangle? Or did you just ramble on wishing your own neck you could strangle?
When everything goes quiet,
I begin to argue with myself
Since a year and nine months before my first birthday I've been unwanted
The only way for me to not feel unwanted
Is to not be around for unwanted to be an option
Watch that be the day I am finally wanted
And they'll have the nerve to say, "this is not what we wanted."

©2024
 Jan 2024 melancholicreator
lua
there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.
it was the right option
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