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Nothing anymore
For years when I would look at your face, I saw my future, my life, my whole world in your eyes, but today I for once just saw your face. The same lips that I had once longed to kiss, the same eyes that I would get lost in, yet I felt nothing.
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Counting backwards
I'll push my dull heart down
Anytime you need me to
And you'll never hear me
Beg you under my breath
Not to leave me
You looked at me
Like I'm a horrible
Burden just now
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On a scale
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
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Time is ticking away
I know I can't
Wait forever for
That girl to come back
Yet I can't turn
A new page or
Start on a new chapter
I think I need her
I'm so afraid
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Wanting and waiting
It's not love
That died long ago
And in it's wake
Left only lust
Sinful thoughts like never before
It's engulfing my life
My mind
I can't think
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Turn away
I fight everything
To not turn back
To not run away
But my eyes still
Land on her face
My feet become rooted
In the ground
My heart twists
In my chest
Loves
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i wrote you something in iambic, you will never read
so what should I say now?
that I will back away?
you'll chain me with your words
until you get your say
and shoot your shot with her
because you have a chance,
and I'll stick to my side,
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Nothing anymore
For years when I would look at your face, I saw my future, my life, my whole world in your eyes, but today I for once just saw your face. The same lips that I had once longed to kiss, the same eyes that I would get lost in, yet I felt nothing.
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Counting backwards
I'll push my dull heart down
Anytime you need me to
And you'll never hear me
Beg you under my breath
Not to leave me
You looked at me
Like I'm a horrible
Burden just now
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On misty moons, I wander free
On misty moons, I wander free,
Escaping life's cacophony,
The world's too loud—a fading sound,
As nature's peace enfolds me round.
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On a scale
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
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Why I write
I write to relate,
and to speak my truth.
I write to prove I know pain,
and to see that others do too.
I write to be heard.
When the world becomes a deaf frustration,