Sharing different thoughts
different promises
different lies
Words without a meaning
...
The redness of the lips
the softness of one kiss
The blindness of the touch
and yet your gone
...
I'm sitting here with the picture
and the letters you once wrote
with gentle movements that
become sweet words.
...
Hey (: My name is Itzel & I'm 15 yrs old. I'm fun size: P I also have an account on quizilla with the same poems. I hope you like my poems (:)
Broken Thoughts
Sharing different thoughts
different promises
different lies
Words without a meaning
The meaning without sense
At the end we lost ourselves
again
Can't find what its already lost
the memories they always fade
Broken without help
How can truth hurt like a sharp pen?
Walking without feet
Talking without speaking
Running without ease
Broken thoughts; don't tease
Something has ended
New thoughts have entered
Broken they seem to be
Theres is no end to the beginning
They still don't please
My broken thoughts
They never end