World

World

A Poem by Megan E Twenter

I was so confused
Tossed away into the dark
Wandering all alone
Forgot I had a heart

When I was sitting quiet
in the blackest of my room
In the quietest of sounds
my head held the loudest boom

when i would wake up crying
from the fears that haunt my dreams
of always being lonely
lost my broken heart's seam

when i would wake up shaking
from the cold that stole my bones
I would start into the darkness
of a place that I called home

One day I woke up laughing
for the humor i found within
feeling sorry for myself
in a game i could still win

I was thinking f**k it
when you came across my path
on a cold october evening
while with a friend i shared a laugh

I remember smiling when
I first saw your face
I thought, hey I know this one
Yanno, today might be okay

It was later I heard you laughing
At something that I said
and I thought Id like to hear that
Laugh always in my head

So I went out and got it
And now that laughter's mine
those eyes, that simple kiss
I wish my lips could mime

Every time I hugged you
it was "I'll see you again"
But goddamn, I never imagined
That you would become my bestfriend

For every word I tell you
every smile that I share
are honest and yours to keep 
for your laughter? I think thats fair

The moment I first touched you
My fingertips went numb
my body went into overload
Blind, deaf, and dumb

Ive been paralyzed for weeks
When you're lying next to me
at 4 AM, inside your bed
I dont dare to sleep

There are times I dont believe it
when you miss me like the rain
In the middle of a drought
like a car to a train

I will follow you forever
same direction, the same track
when you pull the break lever
ill just push it back

Youre everything I wanted
Youre everything I need
These days I dont feel haunted
by those lost and lonely dreams

The sky is looking brighter
steady ground beneath my feet
youve always been the rock 
to the flint that brings the heat

© 2013 Megan E Twenter


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Added on December 10, 2013
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