Tag: Poetry
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With Milk & Honey
You took your coffee black, And your breath always smelled of it; Deep, sharp, and burnt. Even after a brushing, It only left the stench masked in wintergreen. As if you only grazed the bristles across your teeth. You denied to go further, to the source of it, And left your tongue littered with the…
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Holding Onto a Moment Gone
I felt it While holding a cold glass in my hand The tips of my fingers became frosted And while caressing the palm of my other I felt yours instead The strength in your toughened skin The smell of your favorite moisturizer Which I only began using To hopefully emulate this exact thing The memory…
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May You Call Me by My Name
Call me by the name you knowSince that’s the one I told you so.But late at nightWhen it’s just us two,Whisper to me The name that’s true.I can’t tell you everything,Not just yet.But wait for me, please don’t forget.Because the love we shareIt’s real, I swear.Wait until I can give my all.May the time fly…
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One Great Love
I do believe in one great loveOne that surpasses the others, and for it, I am enoughIt holds the fullness of my dreaming heartOne that screams, “they’re the one” from the startOne without question, or doubtOne that I’ve yet to know aboutBecause a young love of mine was disguised as thisAnd although there are still…
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Things Unsaid
Sometimes it was too hard To explain the depths of my head So we’d communicate through my journal instead You sifted through my jumbled words And found me Sad, and broken But you held me anyway Thank you for that -It’s a funny feeling Not being in love with you anymore
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My New Favorite Color
A whispered helloSo quietWith a feeling so strongIt courses through my veinsI smile as my contentment bursts out of meMy body trembles with pleasure and IOpen my eyesYours look back at mineBlue with gold ringsLike the sun’s reflection on waterMy new favorite color
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Moving Garden
Thank you for showing me how to plant my seeds How to help them grow I still water the seeds we made together Maybe one day, I can feed to you the fruits they bare Until then, I’ll tend to my moving garden
Avril Song 