You infiltrated my heart
Found your way in
Through the tiny cracks
Until my heart was
Full of you.
But now that you’re gone
My heart is empty
Loneliness is slowly
Eking its way in
Through the very same
Doors you walked out of.
You left and let
The Lonely in
My whole body is swimming
In loneliness now
Sometimes it slowly comes
Leaking through my eyes
And, other times
My fingers bleed loneliness
Onto pages and pages
Of blank white paper.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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They say
You can’t see love
Only feel it
Buy every time
I see your lips
Curl into a smile
And your eyes crinkle
Just before laughter
Comes pouring out,
I prove them wrong.
*
They say
You can’t taste love
Only feel it
But every time
You apply a
Fresh coat of love
On my lips
With your own,
I prove them wrong.
*
They say
You can’t touch love
Only feel it
But every time
The tips of your fingers
Graze mine
And our hands
Fit into each others’
Like two pieces of
A jigsaw puzzle,
I prove them wrong.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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I fell
In love
With the
Way your
Moon
Gracefully
Fell asleep
In the darkness
I have
Inside me,
Making
It home.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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Poetry is not written
With words
Its written with feelings
Dipped in heartbreak,
With a pinch of fear
Thrown in, with sorrow
Seeping in through the
Edges, and packaged with
Loneliness, complete with a
Bow of melancholy
On top.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
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There are
26 alphabets
And more than
A million
Words
In the English
Language.
But, for the
Life of me
I can find
Not a single
Word
To describe
The way your
Eyes change colour
When the sun
Catches it
As you suddenly
Stop, and twirl
In the middle
Of the road
With your
Laughter
Echoing inside
My hollow bones,
Filling it
With love
Till I explode
With happiness.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
I have my exams going on, so I won’t be able to read your posts. I’ll see you guys next week. Miss me, okay?
If you let me in I will open The house In your heart That has been Locked shut. Open the windows Wide, and let The light in Where, before, There was only Darkness. I will plant Little trees In your garden And watch As the … Continue reading Home.
You smell like love-
like beautiful,
empty promises
filled with
grisly remorse
pumped full of
electrifying pheromones
*
You taste like
forgotten dreams
forged in a
beautiful disaster
with lava running
through your veins
as bubbles erupt from
your porous eyes,
*
and the reverie
nestled behind
my naive eyes
scrambles toward
your metamorphic facade
hoping to break
through the visage
of bittersweet
permeable lies
swimming through
such viscous scum.
© Miss Book Thief and Christopher Rupley
(This is my first collaboration with Christopher from The Brown Bag Special. Click here to check his work, he is amazing.)
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