You are the Encyclopedia and I’m a White Blank Page dear… 

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After six months he asked me “how I’m doing” I replied “fine” turning quickly the pages to hide the poetry my tears have written. 

Here for You

Let me conquer you like Alexander expected to conquer the world

I’ll keep you safe inside my arms like my beating heart

I won’t let no trouble come closer to you

I’ll take the bullet for you

And at night when you can’t fall asleep

I’ll press my lips against yours to remind you that I’ll always be here for you. 

First and Last Kiss! 

Evening,

Hugs, 
Kiss, 

More kisses, 

Deep kisses, 

Drunk, 

Drunk kisses. 

Midnight, 

Argue, 

Fight, 

More drinks, 

More drunken arguments. 

Car, 

Roaring engine, 

Breaks, 

Bridge, 

Silent sobs, 

Crash. 

And a terrible end of to-be-the-best-day-of-my-fucking-life. 

Can’t go Back

And now when I’m trying to forget everything, when I’m trying to move on you text me again. You want to be good like all those times. You showing me poems, you showing me stories. You telling me what all has happened in your home, with your dog when I wasn’t there. 

I don’t want to be there again. I have no tears left to shed. I don’t know how to tell you this. But I hope you take the hint from my face and block me from your life again. 

Will you ever come back? 

If I cry for you

Will you come back? 

If I promise to be your slave 

Will you come back? 

I can’t get over you

I guess I will never. 

My love was true for you

But you were there to enjoy. 

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