I don't believe in God,
But I do believe in beds,
I trust that the wind will always be
The strongest voice inside my head.
I don't believe in angels,
But I do believe in creation.
I believe in soft warm kisses,
Evolved from years of admiration.
I don't believe in Hell,
But I do have faith in death
The rain will always fall
A million sunsets after we've left.
I don't believe in much,
Save the ocean will remain blue;
I don't believe in God,
But I do believe in you.
When the world is caving in,
And your vision is clouded with smoke,
When ash fills your nostrils,
And tongue is a sandpaper stroke,
A thousand windows line the wall
Escapes that open with a movement of hands.
Each word, sentence, paragraph, quote,
Is a step down the fire escape.
Replacing the scent of fire
With paper, and replacing the pain
With another world.
Once your feet are safely on the ground,
Your mind will be a million miles away,
And the places you go will be your own choice,
In an ocean of words to douse out the burns.
So next time a spark turns into a flame,
And a fire destroys all your hope,
Just escape to a place where your
I fell in love with you
Last night.
I wanted to write a poem about it,
But I can't find the words.
How could I describe,
The most wonderful feeling in the world?
There are birds,
That flutter around my mind,
And I try to shoot them down.
As much as I try,
I can never get them
To fly away,
Because you always leave me speechless.
Why won't you look at me?
Can two people really be
So close,
And then fall apart
So easily?
We break and fall:
All I'm left with
Is this memory of
You and me.
To you, I was a crumb;
To me, you were the world.
I wish you didn't find
Your ribs too prominent;
I wish you didn't judge
Your worth by your height.
For you equal even more,
Than what a mirror might see.
I've sat all night debating,
How I could describe you,
As I see you.
You're the warmth
In your smile.
And the gentleness,
Of your grip.
But mostly you're the memory,
That I carry around with me;
When you're floating around my mind,
I can't help but be happy.
Would you still love me, If by 4everlight, literature
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Would you still love me, If
Would you still love me,
If my face displayed
The pain I feel inside?
If I soak your shirt
With tears, and your
Pillow with sweat?
If I'm never feeling perfect,
And I'm never feeling right,
If I'm never moving forward,
If I'm never here at night?
Would you still tell me
That you think I'm perfect,
If you knew I'd never
Feel the same for you?
I don't blame you;
I wouldn't love me either.