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Current mood:  bitchy Category: Life
This is just a sample of my writing.
It's not good.
It's probably even a little bad.
But Chel reminded me of it earlier and i decided to post it here.
Read, enjoy, blahblahblah.
Drink Up The Cyanide You Cynics, You.
He holds her close in loving arms
Kisses her with tender lips
She rests her head upon his chest
As he sings her so softly to sleep.
It's not Just Another Beautiful Day
I hope in a few months when you see me walking down your street
Smoking your cigarettes and singing those same dumb songs
You look out at me and think
Why did I ever give that up
I hope that you see me with him
And regret ever giving up on us
I hope that when it's all been forgotten
You remember
What If They Were Asked To Stop and Remove Their Hats?
My heart never ached this way
My soul never cried
Until you walked away
And that was your goodbye
I try to calm my racing heart
I try to dry my tears
But now that you are gone
I feel like I'm losing a war
That has only just begun
I'm drifting off the coast
I'm totally losing my grip
Slipping into oblivion
And no one seems to care
Not Only Does She Not Care, No One Else Does Either, Boy.
She's just as lonely as before you, Boy
Even madder
Maybe a little sadder
But your heartbreak made her tougher
Your mistakes made her harder
She'll never trust you
And she'll definitely never need you
Don't try and get her back
Not with those love songs
The ones you've sung to a million other girls
She's so past that
Oh, How I Love Thee! [LovePoem to Moi.]
I love the way your face lights up when you smile
I love the way you put your hand protectively on my back
I love the way those three little words make me tingle all over when you say them
I love the way you know me better then I know myself
I love the way you love me
I love the way I love you
[Author's Note] This one was a joke.
It was written to "myself", because me and Chelsea were joking around about love poems and she read it and asked who it was to, I told her myself. So we write love poems to ourselves like those losers with fake boyfriends.
If Only She Knew, It Wasn't Just Her
Can you remember
Those days
That day
We loved each other
We confessed for each other
All that time we spent together
Laying in bed with the curtains pulled shut
Sheltered from the world
Not caring
Just loving
We didn't answer the phone
We didn't answer the door
Just talked, talked, talked
Making promises
It all seems so long ago
It doesn't seem like just last week
But you're gone now
Making the same promises with her
Just like the one before me
Even though it hurts
I still remember
Those days
That day
She Needed Him
If there was ever a time she needed him most
It had to have been that night
That night that still haunts her dreams
And leaves her begging for relief
That night he didn't answer her call
Or stop her when she left
If only he had been there
To stop her innocence from being stolen
She still cries
She still hides
All because when she needed him most
He couldn't have cared less
Not So, Keyhole.
There she was,
All alone
Watching through the keyhole.
You can't blame her,
When it's all your fault.
You knew what you were doing!
But she blames herself,
For all your mistakes
For all the lives you've torn apart.
Too bad she'll never be the same.
Because there she is,
Watching through the keyhole,
As you steal another's innocence.
8:36 PM
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