So
I thought I'd put up a couple poems I've written... I then realized how
incredibly depressing my poetry is!! If it isn't depressing, I find it
incredibly boring. But then I find that the only time I write poetry is
when I'm upset! Seriously, I think I might be secretly emo... Anywhoo,
here's a few poems anyways. I'll end with a happier one so I don't
depress people into not reading this anymore :)
Also, sorry they're so spread out, the formatting on this thing is kicking my butt!!
Also, sorry they're so spread out, the formatting on this thing is kicking my butt!!
Maturity Swimming Lessons
What is it Your eyes sail away
that makes me so
easy across an ocean
to lose? of Solitude.
So
simple
Your mouth has ceased
to just let go. to voice the tides
He told me that kept you here.
I’d never lose
him. Distance
He lied. is all I feel,
~ in crashing waves
Apparently it’s
better from your very core.
for
him.
If you don't return
Nothing left I'll lose you
but me, forever.
my split heart. Pursuit is impossible
Years and years for I cannot swim.
I’ve known him.
His heart
so sweet
professed
early love.
I believed
his blue eyes.
I
never could
have guessed
he lied.
~
I’m trying so
hard
not to care.
He feels
I never cared.
He voiced words
like knives.
Our friendship
hangs
like ribbons,
shredded.
He promised
he’d go
nowhere.
He lied.
8-Count
I
love too
much the thrill
of twirling and
stepping across the
dance floor. I crave the
strong
connection in his arms
that
would never fail or let
me drop.
~
The
sway of
sexy swing
moves with his hand,
firm on my back and
shoulder. Step-step-hold
and
dipping me lower, deeper
than anyone sharing the
floor.
~
Blues.
He leads.
I follow,
my face inches
from his, like sex in
heels on hardwood floors.
We
gravitate to the edge as
he catches my breath,
impassioned.
