ReminisceReminisceReminisce
I remember days when we walked on the beach. The shore took you to the ends of my way home. You traveled every day to get me. We walked for a while. We talked for a while. In conversation, you said you would come back some day. You said you had to leave for a while. When will that day come again? When will you take me away from this? When will our hearts meld once again? How can I keep living in this hell? I keep thinking of the days with you. I keep thinking of the smell of your skin. My mind replays the last kiss. My heart will not let
Am I Beautiful Anymore?Am I Beautiful Anymore?Am I Beautiful Anymore?
Am I beautiful anymore? I don’t see you notice me. There is no more effort given. I hear the words, They sound rehearsed. It is as if you practiced them in front of the mirror Until you had them, had yourself, me, Convinced that you really meant them. I look in the same mirror now. I see your face burned into the glass. How many hours did it take? I know not if you did, you see. But I do suspect. I have my suspicions. I have my doubts. Your forced mannerisms have me worried. Is it you,
Or is it me? &
To a Lost Love To a Lost LoveTo a Lost Love
Searching my troubled heart. Searching for answers to untold questions. Wondering why you wanted me above all others. Wondering why I am so special. Did you fall in love with my smile? It’s the one that you give me every day of
Death From LoveHello you. How are you today? Something you said bothers me. Something you said stayed in my head. I don’t think I can get it out. I don’t think I can get you out. You have become a part of my life in such a short time. Why did you come to me? Were you not happy where you were? You said that I was the one for you. You said that you only lived for me. You said that your only desire was for my affection. Why did you run when you finally got it? Why did you keep your hardships buried? I’m tired of trying to figure you out. I’m tired of tDeath From Love
DreamsDreamsDreams
You have a dream IT seems so real Yet it slips away Some are good Some are bad Yet we dream away Dreams come and go They change our lives They make us who we are Dreams that come true
Are few and far Yet we dream every night We all dream for change I have a dream that I will See my dream someday
No poetryNo poetry was written, No fairytales were read. As if it was forbidden, By the monsters in her head. And all they thought was silly,No poetry
Was quickly thrown away. By a girl who had to grow up, By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes. Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes. The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat. For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written, No fairytales were told. Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her ha
poetry.But i love youpoetry.
Will you be there when i die kiss me one final time catch me when i fall and bleed would you even wanna cry while you watch me slowly die watching as my blooddrips rolling off my finger tips drips onto the floor making puddles more and more hearing all my bloody cries watch tears roll from my eyes gasping for one final breath pain swells up in my chest spreading through my arms and legs numb but i can still feel pain i try to regret nothing but that is so hard to do when all i hear is "but i love
I love you honey.
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I don't know ART, but I know what I LIKE. As an added bonus I married ART. (Athena Renee Tunstill) So I guess I do have some good taste after all
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I only laugh ’cause it hurts to cry
I only live for spite of those who die
I’m only here because people will ask why
I only laugh ’cause I don’t want to cry ~FABWM
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I don't know ART, but I know what I LIKE. As an added bonus I married ART. (Athena Renee Tunstill) So I guess I do have some good taste after all
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