Signed, Lucy Maria.
I feel the tears splash down. I miss your face. And I know you've gone. But I can't fill your place. There's no point denying. You've left me for good. But the hope still burns.
I know it. I would've kissed you. If you'd done what I couldn't. I would of kissed you. You could've been my greatest adventure. I would of rocked you world. I would've kissed you..
'What are you doing?' She asked, head turned to the sky. 'Well I'm existing of course' I calmly replied. 'My heads full of beauty, And my heart of love.
I really am trying, Please believe me. But I can't be, Everything you want me to be..
*This was my first published poem when I was in year 5 and I thought I'd share it with you* When I'm an old woman I would wear pink with a purple hat. I'll eat pizza for dinner everyday.
It's like a virus. And I can feel it crawling up my skin. Aching in my bones. Like a fire you can't put out. It's like a hunger. Right in the pit of my stomach. Gnawing away at my insides.
The one who knows me. Gets my stupid way of thinking. Who sticks by me through, The laughs, the pain, the drinking. The one who knows the secrets. And the one who dries the tears.
I was lucky, they said, To have made it out at all. To be safe here in this bed, With a story to recall. But I really don't see the luck, In my broken scarred form.
I don't even know what I wanna say. I just know I wanna say it. Shout it out everyday Scream out every last bit.
Twisted aching. The need for pain. Slowing driving you insane. The hurt and memories. Just want to quit. Can't find a way to deal with it. Then there it is. A peaceful change.
Torturous. Murderous. Vindictive. Hate. You. Me. Together. Fate. Love. Trust. Lust. Lies. Over in a second. Love dies. Kisses. Touching. Locked up doors. Zippers. Buttons. Clothes to the floor....
*NOTE rushed and pretty crap. Sort of just an explosion of feeling* Im begging you to fight this. To stay with me. I don't want it to be you I miss. Just take it seriously. I want you at my...
Words whispered in the wind, Like cryptic messages from above. Breath of the lost souls from within, This place of hate, not love. The scattered bodies of the dead, Litter the blood stained floor.
I've seen a ghost. Three times now. Just the one. She sits in the corner and just smiles.
The silence almost ached around them, like a third person in the room neither would acknowledge despite being intensely aware of its presence. Ella extended her nimble hand toward her sister.
The bite of the cold, whispery air. The burn and scold of the hateful stare. My head turned up in a silent prayer. Stop dead, this is who I am. Living in a world, unjust, unfair.
3am and I felt it. That bite in my stomach. A thump in my chest like drums on a stage. The longing setting deep into my bones the way water seeps into a sponge, filling every vacant space.
It wasn't fireworks. It wasn't passion, And brass bands. It wasn't soul igniting. It wasn't fantasy, And different lands. It didn't blow my mind, Or turn my legs to jelly.
I felt it, deep in every pore. Like sap from a tree, my cocktail of feelings seeping away from me. There's no doubt, I lov-- I love you.