I think i'll miss you forever by NightGhost37, literature
Literature
I think i'll miss you forever
These feelings are too hard to explain.
I try not to get caught up in them. They exhaust me to the very core.
You say you have second thoughts. You say you don't know.
Oh, but darling can't you see?
The way my eyes sparkle when I look at you.
Oh, but darling can't you sense?
How happy I am whenever I'm with you.
I'm not the best choice,
Nor am I probably the right one,
But I hope you'll choose me.
Don't make hasty decisions, think it through.
Relationships are a two way street. We can make it work.
Don't go biting your tongue, speak up.
Honey coated words and cigarette stained breath.
Nobody is perfect until
You fall in love w
It's strange. You make all these rules only to break them in the end. Falling in love? Oh, well you've done it all. You're a good girl, yet when midnight strikes you can't help but let your hair down and have your panties fall to your knees. What have you become? The crowd shouts throwing violent punches into the air. Logic is crumbling and your mind has become a dumpster for second thoughts and question marks. Have you changed? No, it can't be. You're still the same as you have always been, and though that is something you wish to believe the marks on your neck weave a different story. Alcohol breath and ash stained body; the crime is eviden
Love you say?
Darling, don't get your hopes up.
Fairytales have long gone vanished.
The heart is no longer what boys
Yearn to steal.
What's that?
Oh, but that is life.
You settle for what you can
Grasp
Could this be another love poem?
I hope not. The world is filled with way too many of them.
My heart is thumping and words are failing to explain how I feel.
Are you in love? Oh, no darling, don't you know?
I am not one of those girls. I don't jump head first into the water.
I don't let myself get involved in such foolishness. Those games are meant
for younger folks. Heartbreaks, smeared mascara, and paper thin lies don't interest me.
I have no time for games. I have no money to gamble on something that may never happen.
Love has no insurance that fixes the dents inflicted on your heart. It carries no guarantee of a safe return.
A different perspective by NightGhost37, literature
Literature
A different perspective
I've never been the prettiest
of them girls,
With lips as soft as the petals
of a rose,
Or eyes that tug at your heart, pull
you in like the waves of the ocean
Boys do not like kissing me,
My lips are chapped, and feel rough
against their naked skin.
I have brown eyes, brown like burned wood or
your morning coffee that is bitter,
but you do not know since you haven't tasted anything better
My eyes are brown,
Ordinary,
Just like
Me
"How much for those eyes?"
Bargains are not placed to see the world
through my perspective,
"What an ugly babe, will she ever be wed?"
Destiny is decided by crude rumors and
bitter words
The sc
To love I'm just a broken stereo
Stuck on repeat; no chance
Of reaper
To happiness I'm a stranger
Walking between the two lanes of traffic;
Maybe loneliness will want me
Hey stranger,
With your thick wallet, mocking smile
You think you got me all figured out
So, was it my worn-out converse?
That are famous to gravel, dirt, inch-high puddles,
Or the tattered, Led Zeppelin t-shirt
that helped you "get me"?
Was it my short, brown hair?
Or the baggy, straight, covered in paint jeans
That came from the men's department
since that was all I could afford,
That helped you decide of my preference?
Did my loudness,
Lack of personal s
You were, I am, we'll be
Lost, in love, changed
They say
Time heals
All wounds
but, Darling, it's still
Going to leave a scar
I thought it was impossible to
Break you,
But now I realize
That you are more fragile
Than I thought
For months,
I found your face,
your childish laughter in crowds,
watched you move like water,
and then be demolished by somebody
Walking through you
And now I see
What a fool I was
For letting you go
Because the truth
Is easy to see -
You were meant
To be
With me
Hit me, i'll get back up by NightGhost37, literature
Literature
Hit me, i'll get back up
You can't hurt me,
I'm small, weak,
Your words, fists
aren't strong enough
to leave a mark
I cry at night,
You're blind to my tears,
to my pain, after all
it's just a period in my life
That I will soon out grow
I'm not loud enough
for you to hear what I
have to say, or maybe
I am, but when I talk noise
is all you hear
Lies told, I search
to forget, I search
for something I never lost,
I seek pain, happiness, love, pleasure,
Something that will prove
that I'm not dead
I can sing,
but I can't move you,
I can draw,
but a blank canvas is all
you'll see
So why are you here?
Why do you listen?
Why do you taint my air
I think i'll miss you forever by NightGhost37, literature
Literature
I think i'll miss you forever
These feelings are too hard to explain.
I try not to get caught up in them. They exhaust me to the very core.
You say you have second thoughts. You say you don't know.
Oh, but darling can't you see?
The way my eyes sparkle when I look at you.
Oh, but darling can't you sense?
How happy I am whenever I'm with you.
I'm not the best choice,
Nor am I probably the right one,
But I hope you'll choose me.
Don't make hasty decisions, think it through.
Relationships are a two way street. We can make it work.
Don't go biting your tongue, speak up.
Honey coated words and cigarette stained breath.
Nobody is perfect until
You fall in love w
It's strange. You make all these rules only to break them in the end. Falling in love? Oh, well you've done it all. You're a good girl, yet when midnight strikes you can't help but let your hair down and have your panties fall to your knees. What have you become? The crowd shouts throwing violent punches into the air. Logic is crumbling and your mind has become a dumpster for second thoughts and question marks. Have you changed? No, it can't be. You're still the same as you have always been, and though that is something you wish to believe the marks on your neck weave a different story. Alcohol breath and ash stained body; the crime is eviden
Love you say?
Darling, don't get your hopes up.
Fairytales have long gone vanished.
The heart is no longer what boys
Yearn to steal.
What's that?
Oh, but that is life.
You settle for what you can
Grasp
Could this be another love poem?
I hope not. The world is filled with way too many of them.
My heart is thumping and words are failing to explain how I feel.
Are you in love? Oh, no darling, don't you know?
I am not one of those girls. I don't jump head first into the water.
I don't let myself get involved in such foolishness. Those games are meant
for younger folks. Heartbreaks, smeared mascara, and paper thin lies don't interest me.
I have no time for games. I have no money to gamble on something that may never happen.
Love has no insurance that fixes the dents inflicted on your heart. It carries no guarantee of a safe return.
A different perspective by NightGhost37, literature
Literature
A different perspective
I've never been the prettiest
of them girls,
With lips as soft as the petals
of a rose,
Or eyes that tug at your heart, pull
you in like the waves of the ocean
Boys do not like kissing me,
My lips are chapped, and feel rough
against their naked skin.
I have brown eyes, brown like burned wood or
your morning coffee that is bitter,
but you do not know since you haven't tasted anything better
My eyes are brown,
Ordinary,
Just like
Me
"How much for those eyes?"
Bargains are not placed to see the world
through my perspective,
"What an ugly babe, will she ever be wed?"
Destiny is decided by crude rumors and
bitter words
The sc
To love I'm just a broken stereo
Stuck on repeat; no chance
Of reaper
To happiness I'm a stranger
Walking between the two lanes of traffic;
Maybe loneliness will want me
Hey stranger,
With your thick wallet, mocking smile
You think you got me all figured out
So, was it my worn-out converse?
That are famous to gravel, dirt, inch-high puddles,
Or the tattered, Led Zeppelin t-shirt
that helped you "get me"?
Was it my short, brown hair?
Or the baggy, straight, covered in paint jeans
That came from the men's department
since that was all I could afford,
That helped you decide of my preference?
Did my loudness,
Lack of personal s
You were, I am, we'll be
Lost, in love, changed
They say
Time heals
All wounds
but, Darling, it's still
Going to leave a scar
I thought it was impossible to
Break you,
But now I realize
That you are more fragile
Than I thought
For months,
I found your face,
your childish laughter in crowds,
watched you move like water,
and then be demolished by somebody
Walking through you
And now I see
What a fool I was
For letting you go
Because the truth
Is easy to see -
You were meant
To be
With me
Hit me, i'll get back up by NightGhost37, literature
Literature
Hit me, i'll get back up
You can't hurt me,
I'm small, weak,
Your words, fists
aren't strong enough
to leave a mark
I cry at night,
You're blind to my tears,
to my pain, after all
it's just a period in my life
That I will soon out grow
I'm not loud enough
for you to hear what I
have to say, or maybe
I am, but when I talk noise
is all you hear
Lies told, I search
to forget, I search
for something I never lost,
I seek pain, happiness, love, pleasure,
Something that will prove
that I'm not dead
I can sing,
but I can't move you,
I can draw,
but a blank canvas is all
you'll see
So why are you here?
Why do you listen?
Why do you taint my air
She always fell for boys who needed saving. by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.