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oliviaback
oliviaback
Let me travel the world in the company of a book and I'll be happy.
was it your true intentions to play me like a game giving me hints and making your moves walking 'round my walls making me surrender a little more with every sweet word did you really just have the same intentions as everyone else?
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
truth ?
With the key in my hands I should've recognized my mistakes Being the same as before Except for one thing; This time it was you Not them others
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Untitled
a knife in the back or right in the heart, what would hurt the most? ripping off the slightest smile from those cracked lips tearing apart the protecting skin stabbing through the bones of shelter hearing the silent scream filling the empty air
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Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
exposed
We call you pretty We call you smart But I know Even perfect Has flaws and scars
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
"Perfect"
Eyes filling up with tears, those mascara lines Hands shaking, just can't stop Lungs gasping for air, not getting enough That moment of pure panic, when you feel everything shutting off The moment when you're frightened by your own reaction That moment of pure breakdown
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Breaking down
A broken smile to match my broken mind; Both covered behind the fake façade of a happy girl
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Broken
Before you leave think about the marks you leave behind; the trail of footprints after running through my mind the trail of scars across my heart after every time you made it bleed the trail of tears down my cheeks after all the times you made me cry
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
Before you leave me
August becomes September and in a day autumn comes crumbling in, with stormy winds and rainy clouds holding us all in its cold hands
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Autumn
Maybe, if I cut open a wound and bleed out I'll be light enough to take on the skies
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Bleed out
I am the moon; not afraid of the dark or of hanging on edge I am the waves of sea; screaming as I break into a million little pieces I am the stars; edgy and carful but shining for you
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
I am