Your eyes Hold a darkness Even the night sky Would be jealous of. The perfect place For the stars In my eyes To reside. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore Follow me on Instagram @missbookthief.
Month: January 2016
Poetry drips out.
I have scars
Lining
Every inch
Of my skin
From battles
That can have
No winners
Only, survivors
And poetry
Drips
Out of
Each of these scars
Like blood
Bleeding me dry
Of all the pain
Finally
Healing me.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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Fire and Ice.
Your smile is like sunshine Painting my body With a fresh coat Of warmth. Kissing my body With its warm glow. The feeling Of wearing socks On a particularly Cold day. * But your words, are icicles Wrapping me With ice Melting the warm glow … Continue reading Fire and Ice.
Fire.
Today, I set Our love on fire And watch the flames Dance. I collect all the memories That have settled Like dust On the corners Of my mind And throw them Amidst the flames. And as the smoke From the bonfire Rises in the air … Continue reading Fire.
I write poetry.
To the girl who made threatened me to start this blog. No, I won’t name my future daughter after you. *eyeroll* This is all you get. I write poetry Because I can see Your lips, swallowing Your sadness temporarily And curving into a smile. * … Continue reading I write poetry.
What is Heartbreak?
Heartbreak is Like sitting in a Run down building, and Painting the walls Over and over, only To have the paint Peeled away every day. * Heartbreak is The feeling of Being trapped in quicksand Where every step you Take, ends with you Being sucked … Continue reading What is Heartbreak?
Stars.
I dip my pen In the inky black sky And, watch, mesmerised As stars burst out Of the nib Aligning themselves Into a mass Of constellations As I put my pen To paper. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
The Mask.
To Rafat, never stop being crazy. Her mask of happiness Is starting to melt The stars in her eyes Are losing their twinkle And her crown of flowers Is withering and dying. Her sorrow, is beginning To drip, through The cracks in her lips And, … Continue reading The Mask.
Intellect.
With your intellect
Set my mind on fire
And, watch
As my words
And thoughts
Crumble to ashes
Until, only
Feelings remain.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
This is something that I just wrote. Does this even make sense?
The Sun and The Moon.
Maybe the sun Is in love With the moon And, every night He hides behind A cloak of darkness Just to see her Light up The whole damn world. -The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
Literature Is My Porn 