You ask me where I come from. What I’ve done. Where I’ve been. Who I am. I could write about my childhood…. growing up in a household with parents who don’t know what love is. With siblings that follow suit. I could tell you about the endless days and nights where I cried alone inContinueContinue reading “.underneath”
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.what I carry inside
It’s 6 o’clock on a Sunday And the rain comes pouring down The memories of what was and is Always seem to get me down I look beyond for a brand new hope But my mind plays tricks on me And when I think I’ve got it all figured out Reality kindly greets me OnceContinueContinue reading “.what I carry inside”
.memories
My heart longs for the memories that I never got to make with you… My soul cries for the future I had painted that was simply washed away… Missing the parts that never happened… Wiping my tears with a cloth full of regrets… My heart not whole, my mind in turmoil Sometimes I lose whoContinueContinue reading “.memories”
.invisible tears
The unseen scars that are left behind Are usually hiding beneath the skin Deep within they build and breed You think they are healed Until they rip and bleed… Soft spoken words Disguise the pain she hides inside A smile or joke or a quiet little laugh You think she is happy But she isContinueContinue reading “.invisible tears”
.in my life
I listen to the words of one of my favorite songs by the Beatles, In My Life, and it breaks my heart. I love people. I’ve loved some more than others. And I’ve loved one more than anything… I’ve trusted and been let down. I’ve worn the rose colored glasses and practically worshiped the manContinueContinue reading “.in my life”
.to my lost lover
It was you and always you The one I held so high Imperfections were present But they never made me fly I thought I gave it all to you My hopes, my dreams, my worst fears I failed at being the best I could I fell short of your expectations I thought with all myContinueContinue reading “.to my lost lover”
.knowing when to stop
love is a drug that you can’t dabble in. it’s highly addictive. and often destructive to the creature who carries it. As a highly sensitive person I’ve experienced great emotional connections that at the time were explosive inside creating a cosmic balance that seemed un-earthly. I’m a gentle soul and often quiet, also highly expressive,ContinueContinue reading “.knowing when to stop”
.losing control
My life, not so different from your own comes with happiness, sadness, love and loss… I’ve given and taken. I’ve forgiven and begged for forgiveness my self. But somehow I can’t seem to forget. The pain weighs heavy on my heart. A journey through love and anguish that never seems to end. My heart is usually worn onContinueContinue reading “.losing control”
.tomorrow
Sick of your promise of tomorrow Today is all I have Yet tear stained I stand Alone in my burdens Betrayed by my heart The lies I put faith in… The hope I had, gone… What can tomorrow bring that today does not? It was only yesterday that I cried for today… Disappointment envelopes me, withContinueContinue reading “.tomorrow”
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