Poetry with Starla!

Moonlight Sane

Moonlight seeping into our eyes,
I look at the starry skies.
With your arms enfolding my sides,
I lean onto you, heaving a contentful sigh.

How perfect this is,
I've never felt more alive.
Oh, darlin' with you,
I want this desire to thrive.

Every day and night,
I drink in those eyes,
Seeing the love ignite,
My glee with delight.

Baby, you make me so happy,
My world that used to be shabby,
Having you now, with me,
I say, love I'm your new devotee.

I fear that these struggles and pain,
may remain.
But surprised when you
Hug me tight in this pouring rain.
Enough, I won't let these fears complain.
As you and your love,
keep me sane.

Fragile Darkness

Found you, with a broken heart.
So fragile and delicate,
I couldn't stop.
Wrapping it carefully,
In my soft embrace.
I nourished it with hope,
And tried to shower it with trust.
I waited patiently,
For what you owed me.
Wishing you had some love reserved,
When silence was all that served.
However, I was
Ready to pour you,
My last bit of happiness
To accompany in your darkness.

I wake up with her thoughts

And sleep in her arms

Cause we are inseparable

Lonely yet lovable

I just like to be around her

Be together, in despair

Cause when nothing feels right

She is my light

My day & my night

Heisenberg & Walter White

We love to hate some days

Cause we are not self

In life's rat race

I wish I can tell how much I adore her

How sorry I feel not to be there

Every time she needs a listening ear or a shoulder

But I am trying to protect me

From cynical melancholy

Cause nothing is certain

We are blowing wind on an open road

Driving to insanity with honest beliefs

Lost in search of the meaning

In search of the lost meaning

Wandering Lovers.

Ed

Is it only for english?

Opalina by Novo amour is my favourite at the moment !

@Starlasky

Sitting in my room mindless

Everythings a blur, timeless.

Sitting in my classroom, at 8:00 am,

Wondering how I will ever feel again?

Stare at those cold, concrete walls,

Waiting patiently so that when the day is over I can bawl,

In class Thinking, when will it stop,

All I hear is, drop, drop, drop

My vision gets blurry,

My heart starts to beat,

I feel my stomach drop,

I look down at my feet.

When I look up all I see is red, I wanna be in bed.

Everyone is staring,

Laughing, whispering, not caring,

Except for one, the select few,

Who has always helped me through and through

Their name is —--l they help me out,

When all I want to do is scream and shout.

When the day is over,

12:00 am,

Its time to start the torturous cycle over again,

Sitting in my room, mindless

Everthings a blur timeless.

~cry

For those who are interested, you can read some more poetry by me here.