Silence
What does today matter if you're not in it?
Losing Myself for Love
I've been long lost in love, so long, I lost myself.
Overthinking
For the days I break my own heart,
I reminisce on who I was yesterday,
Before I let the melancholy slip in.
Twilight
The anxiety unraveled under the twilight,
A feeling I couldn't shake wanting to believe I'd never be enough.
Feeling the room closing in as my breaths quicken,
A reminder that I'm still human.
Coping is a long run,
Suffocating me.
Feeling as though I could never breathe.
Black Crowes
They say she talks to angels,
That somewhere along the way she became one.
They say that her smiles hidden,
And it's been broken down and shot out for years.
That she hasn't felt happiness,
Not until he walked into her life and called her "his."
That she stands for something,
One of the many we care not to listen to as she weeps.
Tragedy has taken over,
Her wings have collapsed and she's unable to fly.
But he lifts her wings,
Teaches her how to use them since she's forgotten.
He teaches her a new emotion.
It sinks into her bloodstream and her heart flutters.
She thinks they call it being in love.
And that's all she's ever wanted to be.
Crop Circles
She stands patiently watching them apply their message to the fields,
And when they finish, it's her heart they steal.
Speeding away, light years at a time, leaving her body in the dust,
Leaving her mentality... Leaving her mentality to rust.
Her careless body aching for some kind of freedom,
Trying to spin a new thread on the way of love,
Taking out the honesty, loyalty and the meaning behind it,
Not realizing that her disease is contagious.
Crop circles left in the fields where her heart had gone,
Crop circles have control of her sad, broken kind of song.
We stand watching her personality fade into the dark,
YOU ARE READING
17th Street
Thơ ca17th Street is a collection of my poetry from heartbreak to falling in love.
