old love
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Silk sheets, cotton blankts
fluffed pillows, cold air
braided hair, light sleepwear
starry skies covered by blinds
I peak through the cracks to see
looking at firery balls of light
How old must you be to experience this “true” love?
They say one doesn’t experience true love until much later in life…
But can that actually be true?
What is “true” love, anyhow?
Big hands,
Soft like
Clouds that
Quickly turned
Into violent
Fists scarred
With the
Old memories
Of us.
7 years have gone and left
7 years that boy never called
In 7 years I have done so much
He doesn't know I waited 7 years
Almost 8 waiting and waiting
I was left with sorrow,
my heart you onced borrowed.
My love for you can't keep you,
No matter what I tried to do.
The smile you gave was pure bliss,
I know that I really will miss.
I felt your eyes looking at me, my body. I could almost hear your thoughts. That was the first time I felt unloved by you. I could see your empty eyes looking lustfully instead of lovingly. Only looking at my body and not deep into my soul.
Her name was Grace
But he called her Gracie.
He said it in this tone of voice
Like when a child sees a flower
That had just bloomed in the beginning of spring.
"Don't worry, we will find each other again."
Time. Time was what I needed
To let butterflies escape
To let the memories fade
To let the thoughts of you to go away
But it brings
My anger towards you
My hate towards you
The beginningThe beginning of my failure; where I come up short before that bar that says I’m strong enough to be called a man.I saw her face and my heart raced as I stood in place and stared at her for a while
Blame it on the godfor making creaturesconscious only foran instant. The pastbeing a memory;the future, a goal;the desire’s requests,imagination.Because if I wereto be aware of