Unwritten

ghostsandonionskins:

Would you
entrust
the road
to rust,
and miles
to drive
to latent
lust?

Or would
you fall
for every
tall,
dark, handsome
face
that comes
to call?

Would you,
come night,
not sleep
quite right
without
two arms
to hold
you tight?

Would you
entrust
what words
entreat?
Should you?
You must.
I hate
defeat.

heartsofink:

There’s a weight tied to my heart
It just won’t let me go
I never will move on
Until I let you know

There’s a secret in my mind
And it’s never been let out
‘Cause nobody has heard it
Without being filled with doubt

There’s a longing in my soul
A yearning, just for you
But I know you’ll never quench it
So there’s nothing left to do

mimikova:

on event horizon
    of new beginning
putting demons to rest
    on the inside grinning
what was broken and battered
     then tossed aside
feels quite a bit better
     as new hearts collide
it may not be love
      but the fresh adoration
takes the mind off betrayal
      an improved situation
with kindness and wit
     and hands that seem magic
makes what was lost
     seems far less than tragic

gridmarked:

I wish I could wear you
As a scar upon my skin
A mark appearing ever-new
A marring for my sin
You are a constant fever
A flushing in my flesh
Be the fulcrum to my lever
And in my arms enmesh
We’ll smooth away the darkness
And enfold it in our hands
Like molding clay with fingers press
Shaping brand-new lands
If we are only to believe what these senses feel
What does it matter, if you are false or real?