LexyTheWriter
I feel your pulse
and it makes me hold you tighter -
something I longed to feel...
and feared I'd never get to.
You're here now,
and yet most of the time
I'm still holding my breath.
I built myself a bridge,
and got half way over it
before the thought of
jumping entered my mind...
The light shines into my eyes and I squint to see the road ahead. The steering wheel gripped between my clammy palms stays steady, and the car remains centered in its lane. Suddenly, and this is the last thing I will remember, it gets brighter.
You have no idea how much the little things you did to me impact me every day. You'll never get to see either, because you're gone ... you can't lay eyes on me and I still wonder why I ever laid eyes on you...
You lost me when you turned your back.
You lost me when you lost yourself.
You lost me when you found yourself in someone else.
The smell of cinnamon filled the kitchen, she wiped the flour onto her overalls, and jumped down from the chair.
"Grandma," she said, tugging at the leg of her Grandmother's pants.
"Yes, darling"
"how long until we take them out of the oven?"
Her eyes sparkled at the thought of biting into one of her family's famous cinnamon buns...
It's days like this she needs to remember...
You don't have to be my rock,
or the balance to my tipping scale.
You don't have to steady me,
or keep me safe from everything.
A declaration of feelings on one end,
and a reciprocation on the other.
Now I'm a different kind of breathless,
and I don't mind if it's reckless.
I was your pawn,
the one you set on the board
only to trick the other.
You play a lot of games hunny,
but this time you lost.
The pawn and the piece
you wanted,
we formed a team.
Now the board is out playing field,
and you're the new pawn.
I have a longing, deep inside my mind.
I long for something I shouldn't;
I want to know what it would be like.
Would it be dark and lonely?
Or bright and inviting?
Do angels exists,
or would it be a few too many pills,
and that's it?
I know you shouldn't wish for it,
but no one told my heart,
I think I've fallen in love
with the uncertainty...
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