o mother,
can't you see
that your ways, your words, your eyes
are the closest to mine?
but you've got nothing of me.
because so long ago (a year)
i chose a different path (a boy)
and now i've taken back
just what i gave to you (trust)
i've nothing left to give (love)
i am so sorry.
i am so sorry to hurt you.
we park the car on the hilltop by forEsmewithlove, literature
Literature
we park the car on the hilltop
and the smoke is the warmest thing this night.
you light my cigarettes,
and i want to kiss you.
i can't i can't i cant.
you.
once. it was.
but we were both so broken.
we couldn't feel it.
it clicked in my heart,
like the flint in your lighter,
sometime after it became forbidden.
maybe because it is forbidden?
maybe because it is trust?
because i could always trust you.
because you never fucked me over.
because.
you listen. and i listen to you.
i trust your judgement.
i know you won't let us fall off the cliff,
fall into the ditch, get addicted,
get caught,
break.
and you know, because as i drove erratically,
i told yo
I really like yours too. Your poems don't follow any said formulas but they tell a story and give a glimpse into what you were feeling at the time, and that's what poems are for. Do you live in California?
thanks, every now and then i write with a formula, but most of the time it's just whatever comes to mind. unfortunately i do not live in such a state, i'm an east coast girl