And with every heart I break,
My soul blackens just a little more.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
The bluest eyes I've ever seen
Are just now lying next to me
The one with whom my future lies
Or would, if not due to the distance
The most in love I've ever been
With the one who's lying next to me
I wonder about the reasons why
I failed to realise this sooner
My happiness is the irish boy who's next to me
The one to whom I have to say goodbye
Again, for the millionth time
Only this time I know he's what I want
What I need;
To be his girl, and only his
He lies asleep right next to me
I whisper "I love you"s I'm too afraid to say
Cause what's the point? He knows
I'm sure he knows
The way I'm lost into his eyes, any fool can see
The way I shiver from his touch
The only one I'll ever want
He's perfect, if only he would know
If only he could see
The amazing person that he is
And not deny it when I tell him so
If only he could know
Just how much I want to say "yes", leave it all behind and be with him
Instead of on my own so many miles away
The miles that made us strangers for 2 years
Until we weren't anymore, we fell right back to where we were
The smiles and winks and cigarettes
And late talks and cheeky looks and happy sighs
And music in the background while we lie
Into each other, once again
I'll be back, sure enough
You'll greet me again with open arms
But when? For how long?
This goodbye will **** me
The way the others never did
But I'll be back, and I'll go through this torment once again
Because you're worth it. You're the only person that is worth it.
Dublin's now my home, my home is where you are
It's crystal clear
As clear as anything has been
I'm his lucky strike,
He's my lucky (crushed) penny.
Just how much he changed my life, he'll never know
"I found my treasure in you", he sings
I did, I did
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
You know in cartoons
When someone is in love
And there are tiny hearts around their head
And they're kind of swiggly and moving upwards
And envelop everything around them
That's how I feel. All the time.
Like every room I walk in brightens up
because I'm so **** happy.
Like everytime I open a door and walk into a room
There's an overflow of love and happiness
And the tiny hearts spread and fill up the room
To make everyone as happy as you make me.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
A fresh starts awaits.
But how is it fresh when she keeps slipping back to her old ways?
Promiscuity is nearing,
With open arms and a sly smile.
Seeking comfort in strangers' beds,
Reaching over for the unlit cigarettes
That will soothe her. She stares into nothingness and takes a drag,
Serenely happy - for a change.
She looks across and smiles
At the defined, naked body lying beside her
Calling her "bae" and *** instead of "baby" and "honey".
Why does he call her that? Why is there no effort?
Why do they ask if she spits or swallows,
Instead of if she sings or dances?
Why do they kiss her neck,
Instead of kiss her hand?
Why do they take her to dark parks and alleys,
Instead of restaurants and malls?
And if she cries at nights when she's alone,
If she feels easy and used and of no worth
Why does she let them?
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC