Written 3 years ago: All of my poems were written from age eleven to fourteen...haven't written since. Thinking of starting again and trying something new. |
My nightmares always smother my dreams,
Forcing me to wake up crying...
For the one dearest to my heart,
I'm not quite sure what to say...
Dancing in circles is pain in my head,
It’s motions are blurring my thoughts...
My eyes are longing, waiting to cry,
But the tears always seem to well up and die...
Look at me, Steven, look in my eyes,
If only you knew how much I have cried...
I picture your face,
And oh, how I smile...
Souls intertwined,
In a body of one...
You're the one I go to when my heart begins to...
And you've always understood that my smiles are...
I hear the clattering stones of Oz,
But I cry on and never pause...
I hate these feelings I have of alone,
But more than ever, I want to be on my own...
"Usefulness is not impaired by imperfection; you can drink from a chipped cup."-Sue Bender |
"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love."-Jane Austen |
"Friendship is love made bearable."-Rita Mae Brown |