The bland taste of what is ours.
Thick eyes blurred for hours.
Silence choking,
white walls poking,
...
Could you tease me?
Gash away the seams...,
Unfold my hungers for you,
and leave me to be
...
Your sweet side is showing today,
the weatherman doesn't lie.
When they say sunshine within the skies,
I'll show mine too if I may.
...
The day i go blind,
you'll leave my mind.
The day i can't hear,
you'll dissapear.
...
Scold me for being in love,
and not know the truth.
Curse me for trying to end,
what never even grew.
...
Everytime the phone rings,
even if It's not you
My stomach fills with butterflies,
at least a million or two.
...
Yes, I am small, but the world is bigger than all of us, Is it not? HA, well my poem style; i examine peoples backgrounds from a glance: not in a prejudice.I find romance, depression, confusion, and anything within that.It could be a simple fairty-tale thought, or something I could be dealing with in the currency.Ask me for any questions :) Haylee. Oh and my email address is [email protected] if u wanna hook me up, thanks!)
Thumb-War
Knowing we're flirting
but yet keeping silent,
The concentrated romance,
Makes it yet worth the while.
Smirking like Demons,
Laughing like devils,
From holy to hell-boy,
From angel to hell-girl.
Crush's impact
on our form of social,
We just keep playing,
making it irrational.
An excuse to hold hands,
from one to another.
If anybody asks
Just say,
'We're playing thumb-war.'