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I Put Tears In My Lovers Eyes
Red slit on the limb of my hand equal to flee.
 Sitting on yellow, with ears holding Cudi.
 Tempting hazels asks for the gate to sleek and tight.
 But it chose to slip away from my congested mind
 Witnessed common named boy toying with white flower.
 Such a romance spews knowledge to be empowered.
 Scott rants hold the phone.
 But I own no phone to hold.
 Restraining me to interface with eyes of baby.
 The blues my blues will soon lay upon with shading.
 Our father chooses to make spring unserious
 Two hours more to waste puts stress on materfamilias
 Wondering where their bloods will stand without learning,
 Still at a loss in negative because your home was burning.
 It’s such a tragedy how this earth is often changing faster
 Bombs, diseases,and natural disasters.
 This melody was his favorite
 He breathed it, lived it and tasted it.
 Every time he heard it he cried.
 It described his lonely tired life.
 Hazel asks not to be alone while she makes her face,
 Her gorgeous flawless face.
 That man of far countries loves and cherishes
 To comfortable to acknowledge embarrassment.
 Products can’t create protection.
 Honest beauty is only found in imperfections.
 If I accept to be company I’ll fail to embrace baby for long
 After aching for him in previous moons that would be wrong.
 The second I see baby I’ll fall into his eyes and look into the middle
 Love him so bad I’d recite vows and buy cradles
 Fast is only a word used for speed limits 
 When your in love it’s impossible to get speeding tickets.
 Faster or slower 
 Higher or lower
 Feelings like these don’t just float away into unknown spaces
 When letting go you must carefully place them
 Throw them into the grey fog and watch them disappear 
 Keep them inside and reunite with every visiting tear.
 No method works without question true loves stay with your body forever,
 Even the labels your controls cant quite remember.
 They always find their way back to you
 Generally when you don’t wish them to.
 Switched harmony illustrates his old stories told.
 Without the most valued months for who live in cold
 Beautiful was far away, behind shields of stripes
 In a place where many cry themselves to sleep at night.
 Begging to break through walls and see familiar faces
 So lonely and sick of seeing the same blank faces.
 Gratitude soars to the man above
 For letting beauty breathe fresh air, learn, and love.
 If he didn’t behave he would of seen evil before his eyes
 I’m so relieved evil is no longer in front of mine.
 Gone far away for stealing money and cars
 Left my soulless body with copious scars
 Mentally, physically and emotionally.
 I’m still not healed fully.
 Pulled the elastic off my wrist at this past moment
 I had marks worse than that but I couldn’t show them.
 Red gashes to cope with burning memories
 Contemporary emotions in remaining pain are disturbed entities.
 Threats to tread back into the old melancholy days
 Singing your truth in the mirror to deal with the pain.
 Make the tears fall slower and the breaths thick,
 Finally healing now that I’ve received  this beautiful gift
 Always will he hold my hand and understand my thoughts
 Not usually my words but he reminds me of things I’ve forgot.
 He fills the spaces throughout my body when they’re empty
 The taste of his lips remains when he has left me.
 Now that I have something to live for I regret the threats to my mother
 The ones that could have landed me in four blank walls to ponder.
 The reasoning would be unacceptable behavior and an unstable head
 Where miss lady of a stone slept in a lonely cold bed.
 For the same pain as she makes him feel.
 Numerous scores take more time to heal.
 Shirtless simple named boy reveals a story on his body
 Did his parents ever tell him playing with sharp things was naughty?
 My mother would say it’s wrong to love and care for a new friend,
 I don’t care, it tears me apart to see his heart twisted and bent.
 Feelings stay hurt, but he knows an easy way,
 He downs a few bottles just to feel okay.
 Science is stressful 
 Stones are unexplainable.
 Its obvious the trust is absent for both clueless mortals
 Though trust is exceeding me and brother were real not formal.
 We can believe we are family
 We already act like family.
 We can forget about our bloods when were together
 Get away and forget with a natural inebriation
 Throw our cares away and pretend every days is a celebration.
 I don’t have to pretend because seeing you is always a special occasion
 Any day I see you smile my heart takes one step back from abrasion.

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