Bela Lugosi

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know u can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if u could read my mind...

so, here are a couple meer old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the seconde was a creative writing assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing u a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in regenboog rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...

My relationship with u resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what u will do and should never get lost in distraction. Something about the game of chess is u must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. u should never make a verplaats based on predictions, based on what verplaats u opponent will make, otherwise in the end when u must revert to your own strategy u will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what verplaats u will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? of are they based on how pretty my...