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Everything's okay, Until mum cries. The world tumbles down, Something strong dies. Her tears are pain, To not only her. Killing my vision, Making my eyes blur.
I put a brave face on for you all to see. The smiling polite young man expected of me. Can't you see my eyes don't smile at you anymore. Filled with a pain of betrayal they look to the floor.
Pumping steadily My heart beats for you It beats for only you Opening something new to me I will make you and me a "we" You'll see But I'm standing here bleeding My heart beating About to drop And...
Sometimes, when the rain falls. I sit at my window. Remembering us. For each patter on the roof sounds like your kisses. And then I think of you. Sometimes, when I turn on the radio.
I'm a hermit crab without a shell. A traveler with nowhere to go. A salesman with nothing to sell. I'm a winter without snow. I'm a guitar without its strings. A window facing brick walls.
Sometimes I feel the need to cry, Like the only thing I can do. Although I'm not sure why, I know somehow it's to do with you. Mostly because you're far away, True, it's a pain in the backside.
Do you even hear me?are the words I say even important to you. Or am I just moon to your world, only shining at night, as though I were made for nothing more than a pretty sight.
It's heart breaking, It takes time. It's heart warming, At its prime. It's cold iron, In your chest. It's the warm sun, At its best.
Before me sit the roses, Withered. Dead. And dry. A reminder of my emptiness, A final, sad goodbye.
Pain is my only friend. The only one who comes to see me. Sitting here forgotten. Like a discarded Kleenex. Nobody cares. Nobody worries. Heart shattered into a million pieces.
(Messing about with different forms of poetry, this one is minute poetry). I try to picture you with him. Without crying. But fail each time. Eyes seldom dry. I need to find a new picture.
How can I trust. With what I know. My jealousy. Out of control. Where have you been. Tell me please. Who were you with. Reassure me. Why are you late. Please explain. Tell me now. Everything.
I miss you,. Come back,. I need you,. My eyes are black,. My mascara ran,. Why did I wear it,. I love you gran,. You grinned and bared it,. But now your gone,. It's all over now,. The sun shone,.
This song is called 'Unconditional Love (Wrap Me Up)', copyright of me.. As always. Oh them smiles Full of denial Trying to hide the pain 'Cause we'd never be the same.
I follow grey clouds. With my lank lonely stride. Hoping the rain. And my tears will collide. Wearing raindrops. As my mask from the world. My pain will stay hidden. And won't be unfurled.
Your words are a. Soft embrace,. An auditory cuddle,. Imprinted in my. Glowing memory,. Each syllable a. Gentle lovers kiss,. A verbally constructed. Painkiller,. Your laugh; an echo,. A memory of.
Another sigh, It's now goodbye, I wonder why, You even try. You say farewell, And then you dwell. You try and leave, Heart on your sleeve.
Only friends. But I know we're more. We were there once. Before that link tore. Now I know those whispers you breathe. And know how your lips taste. I only want you near. And I crave your embrace.
Looking into them eyes everyday. They find a way to make me stay. Stay though life is bad. Not kick off when I feel so mad. To let things out, talk some more. Even if I lock the door.
Is love not knowing what you love about them. Is it not knowing what you would do without them. Is love right for all or just some. Does love make you want to run.
Can hear the shouting, Down the stairs, Two red faces, A lot of tears. Through my heart, And many through hers. These arguments, Are amongst my fears. My dad walks out, My mother breaks down.
Take a look at me. &. Tell me what you see. Do you see my forceful smile. The smile that hides so many secrets. or. Do you see the tears in my eyes. The eyes that once took into much evil.
Ask why the monk hides in mountains deep Secluded from desire, baring pain through unbound feet. Or give a drunken bum a dollar and ask him to tell you her name.
Too many feelings, Emotions and all. Too much to fill, 4 poems, maybe more. Instead I shall try, To fill just one. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED, This should be fun. There once was a boy, Who loved me so.