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.
Tag: Pain
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.
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?
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.
Six word stories- #3.
Your love, ephemeral. My pain, eternal.
-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore
