Shades of Grey

Shades of Grey

Love When You're Sixteen



The door opened with an intonating silence
Heeding my senses,
My eyes wandered over the place,
To see him walking towards me with grace

Looking into those never ending brown orbs of his,
I felt a connection,a correlation,
Though for a millisecond was the meet,
It felt like days,eventually,forgetting i had him to greet

I was once again reminded from the three s's
Stuttering,sweating and stumbling
All at once,with the thudding of the heart,
I treid to get up,and ho,to the floor I went tumbling,

With my face glowing like the setting sun,
We shook our hands,
The lightining flowed through me
The spark filling my veins,
Up and up till it reached my brain

The hot glowing ember inside me,
Reduced to ashes,as I lost his touch,
He was the cause of fire,ripping me up,
The cause of peace burning my tears,
The cause of pleasure,healing all holes,

And cue me leaving this place,
Then gradually coming back for more,
For I could not live without breathing the same air as he would
Why would I even try?knowing that I never could.

My life still revolved around him,
He was special in my eyes,
He made me want to be a better person,
He made me want to care,
To go far away from thieving and lies.

Despite the fact that I made a fool out of me,
And hurt myself everyday,
It was a risk I would take,
For I wanted him more than anything
To keep him forever,for his as well as my sake.

I wanted his fingers curled,
Around my waist when we walk,
My head on his shoulder,
When we sit down to talk.

I wanted the world tearing us apart,
Lean and never to be seen,
For this my friends is,
Love when you're sixteen

How I miss my piano.





They took it away from me, my piano
Every move seemed so slow, yet so quick
My eyes ablaze with burning tears,
My state of mind reflected numbness with every flowing second…
Each petal I felt, whilst strolling in the garden
Reminded me of my keys on the piano,
Soft yet so pure, the touch felt blandly delicious
Struck me hard knowing it was long gone...
Every sound of music, was disturbingly sweet,
I heard it all the time, all around,
However, it took all of my heart to listen,
Cold nostalgia lingered in me for quiet a time…
What wouldn’t I give, to caress my fingers on my piano?
I missed the aura, which in the past had soaked me in with,
The aura of the proudest and satisfaction
Of playing the piano….
Therefore, this was how it felt, for one’s only desire to be denied,
I do not like it however, of
How I miss my piano.