Sunday, 29 January 2012
closed doors
She stared unwavering into his deep brown eyes, took a deep breath and spoke: "When we were both with other people it was fine, a little bit of harmless flirting, a little dangerous, but we both had boundaries". He reached to touch her hand, and she moved away. Her voice cracked as she held back the emotion, she continued, "...now I'm without a boyfriend it would be different. I'd be a sad and lonely person pining after someone who is taken, it shifts the energy. It's not a recipe for success however you look at it, no matter how nice it would be. And it would be nice, believe me". She knew at this, whatever they had would be over... but she also knew deep down that she could never really have him. He'd been with 'her' for too long, he would never leave. She convinced herself that no matter how it hurt now, it was for the best. Her heart beat out the rhythm if her loneliness, as she turned and left the train. Some doors are best left closed.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
empty room
Windows blown open
The curtains swirl
Carried on a torrent of emotion
The curtains swirl
Carried on a torrent of emotion
She lay broken on the floor
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
oriental blossom
Oriental blossom
Silky black hair
Caressed by the breeze
Silky black hair
Caressed by the breeze
Delicate fingers
Resting upon a
Peaceful alabaster brow
She watches the horizon
As a nightingale sings his love
Back into the nest
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
two sides
Your side: an unbreakable bond
Family
He's yours and you're his
Family
He's yours and you're his
His side: an unbreakable bond
Cowardice
He's bored and you're history
Monday, 16 January 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Friday, 13 January 2012
my friend
Because of you
I love this song
Because of you
The lyrics are wrong
I love this song
Because of you
The lyrics are wrong
Because of you
I feel happy
Xx
Monday, 9 January 2012
scarred
Looking at the scar
Just above my right knee
Pale against an even paler leg
Just above my right knee
Pale against an even paler leg
Remembering the day
The Stanley knife went in
I remember it in black and white
Except the blood in red
More blood than you would think
The knife went deep
Accidentally
I sat in the bathroom
Frozen
Crying
Until you came home
You came home
And hugged me
I cried
You hugged me
Looking at the scar
Just above my right knee
Pale against an even paler leg
I cry
Monday, 2 January 2012
cage of tears
Fading away into nothingness
You think
Exist
But only to yourself
You think
Exist
But only to yourself
Self enforced prison
Of loneliness
Cage of tears
Unbreakable bars
Of illusion
And pain
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