reni-girl144

you showed me happiness you filled the cracks that loneliness left behind in a state of ecstasy you brought me to euphoria you showed me what it was to feel whole and in that gave me hope .. but now that's gone i soldier on it hurts to see you to know you're gone and to let these cracks return but without you happiness would have remained a mystery i loved every second i'd skip it for how it ended but i'd never forget how it was no matter how bitter the taste how much i want you to leave just to make it easier on myself remember for how you made me feel for the happiness you brought for showing me i could feel and for he

I loved you from day one, When I saw you in the sun With a smile to stun And a laugh to hypnotise. I loved you on day thirty In English, art and science With a brain to praise And wits to admire. I loved you on day four hundred When we weren't talking When I cause hurt in those eyes And anger in that heart. I love you still Now we're friends, confidantes, But this love is killing me Your words are killing me. So I'll love you from beyond Looking out for you in spirit Still longing for your touch Dreaming of heaven in your lips.

Let's write a poem. One where the story is clear And decorated with sweet vocabulary. Stated so bold. Or maybe one that is ever so slightly controversial. Spark a debate. One where you're left with your own imagination. Leave the reader to disentangle the meaning. Interject the ambience with a twist. Kill Prince Charming. Your princess is a heroin addict. Because nothing is ever that pristine.

You are my sunshine that shines so bright You save me from darkness, because you are my light You always listen to what I have to say And you enjoy our long conversations that last just about all day When you came along, things weren't horrible as they were before They became happier, and just as lovely as the ocean's shore You have no idea how much you mean to me and how you've changed my life Everything is nearly perfect, yet somewhat sharp and risky; like a knife I never want to lose my place in your heart Because I've always loved you from the start So lets just say I'm really happy; can't you see Because being with you, is lik

Chorus (Girl vocals) I never thought it would end this way, so I want you to turn and walk away, I don't wanna see your face, I fell in love, that was my mistake, I thought maybe coz we broke off it could mend, but the rules are not meant to bend, so this is how the story ends. 1st Verse So... this is how the story ends, I loved you so much, no pretend, that was my fatal flaw which became my fatal fall, now I'm standing at the top looking down on it all... I thought we hit the ground running but we must of hit a wall, coz I'm laying on the floor looking up at the door, maybe we wasn't meant to be but I love you too much to walk

there is poetry in your bones; written on the underside of your femurs, and all up and down your frail little carpals. limericks live on your humerus, barely visible through your see-through skin. there is poetry in the graceful curve of your eyelashes against those rosy cheeks; mermaids would kill to have lips as enticing as yours. sonnets should be written about the seduction of your smile. there is poetry in way you breathe- how you talk and how you eat, how you move and softly sleep. there is poetry in the beat of your heart, the blush in your eyes, the quiver in your lip. you are poetry.

You are, The first thing on my mind, When I wake up to the sun shine. You are, The first thing that I see, When I close my eyes to fall asleep. I am not afraid, When the clouds are casting shade. In my mind, you have stayed, For the entire day. Chorus: I look up to the sky, And I feel myself smile wide, As I see my pain, Washed away by April rain. I feel you on my skin, Making my walls cave in. Washing away all my fears, And cleaning up all my tears I feel myself falling hard Your love is all I need I'm bending down on one knee You have healed every shard, Of my shattered, broken heart. I don't even know where to start

If a writer writes the words They will ebb and flow with wonder Like watching tides, make you ponder Light the skies with shooting stars Create images of lands a far If a painter paints the words The colour will inspire all The shape you will adore Breathless as you stare at it Because you know that all is yours If a sculptor crafts the words   The form they take, so sleek and new Bent and moulded for only you Seeing all that binds is glue You know the hands that made it true If a dancer danced the words What magnificent flair , They are as light as air Whirling and gleaming, cracking like fire Soaring , taking you hi

Fearless~ The life you lead is unspoken Write the words for the pages unwritten You are the only one that can control what your future holds Make the one who broke your heart beg to have you to come back Don't hold a grudge But let them know that their chances are fat If your life was taken in snapshots What would it look like? Would you be proud of your past? Or would you wish that you had taken your life to a whole new height? Were you fearless? Did you love even though you knew he would never be yours, Or did you let the other monster have him, While you got whatever was left Make your presence memorable And let your person

i love the way you paint pretty pictures on my arms, as if they were canvases given to you to do whatever you please. to create and to beautify such regular things, like finger tips and worn out piano keys. i can never gauge the reaction on your face while you create - for it is as if you are lost, yet cannot ever be found. it scares me, because the only thing you've ever said you wanted was, and i quote exactly, "to be free." i told you that you were already free, and you laughed darkly, pressing your fingers harshly into my skin. "we're never free. we've never been free, even in the womb. we always have restrictions on every