2am again Night has fallen Covering everything in dark My heart is covered in dread Should be anytime now This is the time When my demons come to visit They crawl out of the corners Where they hide all day long Waiting for night to … Continue reading Demons.
She was constantly turning melancholy Into poetry Splattering the pain, that Coursed through her veins Onto pages of blank paper And watching, as her pain Wrote beautiful verses Turning pain into an art form Making people cry, at How something so ugly Could create something … Continue reading Poetry.
“Words, in my not-so-humble opinion, are the most inexhaustible source of magic we have.”
– Albus Dumbledore
The words you speak, go straight to my heart
Like an arrow, shot from your mouth
The words get dipped in sorrow and heartache
They mix with my blood, and flow through my veins
Until my whole body, is singing with the pain
The words break down, into a million little pieces
Flowing through me, cutting me with their jagged edges
I just might die, not of a broken heart
Rather, from your broken words.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
She broke a little each day, leaving the pieces with everyone she met She broke so quietly, the pieces Never making a sound, as they fell on the floor Leaving parts of herself behind, trailing in her wake Nobody even knew she was broken But … Continue reading Beautifully broken.