An old, silent pond
pond the colours of your eyes
eyes that reflect a world of endless
possibilities, that I see with you
You sat near by and watched the water flow
flow like your hair flowed through the wind
wind, that seemed to let out timid whispers
whispers of promises and vows of us
us and our old, silent pond. ...
Amist the sprintide evening
You are my everything,
I said beneath a shuddered breath
And you knew it was true.
You are my everything,
Your words repeated back
and you knew it was true
but how could one know if the words were to deceive you?
Your words repeated back
That your heart was mine,
but how could one know if the words were to deceive you?
I wished I'd known the answer sooner.
That your ...
I wake up in the morning hoping to hear from you, but it’s only my mom’s voice telling me to halt.
Always finding you at the right place but wrong time and even though I can’t stop thinking about you something doesn’t feel right.
I want to call you but seeing your name causes a war of butterflies and im scared for the ride.
As my sleep paralysis are keeping my up, wish I could blame it on you, bu...
Your fingers start to tingle from the cold as flakes build up between them.
Your back is sopping as you drown in layers of snow, the feelings in your legs leaving with each second making the stinging pain start drifting into numbness.
All feelings that you’ve had, leave your body as you gaze with unmoving, wondering eyes.
The aurora upon you shines its light as you try to gather it’s thoughts, wo...
The Weeping Willow had always cried.
It were from boys who pulled her ribboned pigtails as if they were church bells,
But instead of hearing the chime, they loved watching weeping willow cry
It were from the paper cranes that got stuck and tangled in her hair after someone had said they just ‘wanted to play’
It were from blocks they always shook until her castle was no longer stood.
Weeping Wi...
As I sit in a cafe all I can see is couples passing by. People holding each others hands, looking dreamily into each others eyes and one girl practically draping herself over a guy trying to lay her head on his shoulder.
Valentine’s was not a bad day, yet I would never call it the best either. There’s always a side of Valentine’s Day that people don’t see, such being yer stained pillows and run do...
