English major, art minor, and possibly adding creative writing minor college student. Most writings come out of late nights with deep thoughts.
Tears fall in the soul; Silent echoes stole, Chipping the control. Frustration in his corner. Behind prideful walls, Hidden demon crawls, Pressure never stalls. Dark and low murmurs..
*To be read like a smash poem* In the morning my eyes will be swollen. These roads I've been taking are tollin'; Yeah, rackin' up bills that I can't fulfill That I can't fulfill..
Tears flow Anger grows Hurt presides Hope, it hides. A push for those that care A pull for things that dare. Where's the alcohol. I haven't dealt for so long. Dormant emotions Roar like oceans.
*Note: Slightly suggestive content I drifted off to sleep Feeling a gentle sweep Your hand across my cheek, Sure always gets me weak. You brush your lips on mine, Your passion makes you shine.
He tells me, "Sleeping keeps your thoughts off me." Impossible, his presence tints my every dream. Subconsciously I feel him there. But physically, no, he is not here.
Eyes are most beautiful when they've been crying, releasing all the hurt behind them. A heart is freed when those tears break loose, escaping all the shit it took.
I wish that you were here To bottle up my tears And chase away my fears. I wish that you could stay To make true for what I pray And cast my cares away. I wish..
I cried myself to sleep tonight, There was no one to hold me tight. No one can rid this pain but you. Well that's kinda hard to do With me right here and you...
Internal dialogue: Thoughts, ideas, Feelings, understandings. No noise, all voice. Comfort storm..