Tag: Poetry

The walls around me.

I built walls so high,

No one could climb it.

Waiting for someone,

Who cared enough to try.

A few tried,

But gave up after a while.

Guess they were too tired,

To climb so high.

And then you came along,

With a smile and a song.

Singing about how,

You wanted to break my walls down.

I watched you take a hammer to my walls,

From behind a closed window.

Waiting for you to give up,

Like so many others before.

I watched you work for days,

And weeks, and months.

Never giving up,

Never tiring.

Finally, I opened a window,

And you climbed inside.

And together we broke the walls,

That I had built so high.

You sang a song,

And I finally sung along.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Love me.

Love me,

And I’ll let you win at scrabble.

Put down the book I’m reading,

Just to smile at you.


Pretend to be asleep,

Just to let you watch me a little more.

Go to the beach during sun set,

And watch you instead.


Love me,

And I’ll write poems for you

Letting my words make love to you.


We can make forts,

And fall asleep inside them.

Bake cookies in the kitchen,

And end up having food fights instead


We can go on road trips,

And get lost on the way.

I’ll let you pick the songs

When we drive.

And you can stay up all night,

Listening to me whine.


We can spend Saturdays,

Watching bad TV at home.

Steal kisses on the road,

When no one’s looking.


Love me,

And I’ll give you my soul

And then some.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

Broken glass.

You’re broken glass, and I’ve got

Shards of you, stuck to my skin

They pierce me, with every breath I take

Making me bleed, until I’m covered in blood

But don’t they know, that I’m a masochist?

Who craves the pain, that comes from loving you?

I’ve got my lungs full of you

Making it hard to breathe

But I love the pain, the pain that comes from loving you

The pain kills me, but makes me feel alive

I’ve got shards of you, stuck to my skin

And I’m in no hurry, to take them out.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore