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Quin Rosenheart Jan 2019
I'm faded
Like a shadow
On a winters day

Like a pencil mark
That has been
Whiped away

Like a tear
Running down
My cheek

Like my self-esteem
After they claim
They're strong and I'm weak

Like my voice
Trickling down
The well of society

Like my heart
With all of its
Constant anxiety

Like the words
Of my family
When they say I'm blessed

When they all know
I'm nothing but
Evanecse.
Quin Rosenheart Dec 2018
"Go away"
I beg you to stay.

"It's your fault!"
I'm the one to blame.

"I'll replace you!"
I can't go on without you.

"I hate you!"
I love you.
Quin Rosenheart Dec 2018
I'm hopelessly in love
with someone who'd rather
push and shove
I feel so distant yet
they make me feel close
but really they're farther
than they've ever been
and I try to save
but they turn me away like
the tears on an
abandoned child left
on a deserted door step
I feel so very lonely
in this world full of
mixed matched feelings
broken dreams
and shattered hearts
they continue every day
to give me false hope
just enough to fall in love again
and I feel like a wicked candle
lit on fire with burning passion
just to be extinguished
and forgotten about
until they embark on a dimly lit date
with someone other than me
Quin Rosenheart Dec 2018
6 feet underground
My life turned upside down
Why have you left me here this way

1000 feet above the earth
Heaven is now my hearth
Too bad theres no one left here to pray

Gone away from those I loved
I'm here watchful from up above
Atop the clouds I listen as I lay
Quin Rosenheart Nov 2018
why have you gone now
when I need you so
why have you left me here
left me all alone

why did you leave
you were my warrior here
why have you gone now
you fought away my fears

the only thought that comes to
was that heaven needed a hero
a hero like you
And all of Heaven's battles you will fight.
Quin Rosenheart Sep 2018
Faded smiles

Grey skies

Black water

Darkened eyes

Sleepless nights

Dimmed lights

Hopless fights

Last goodbyes
Quin Rosenheart Sep 2018
I'm doing the best I can
With everything I am
But I am always told
They don't give a ****

I try my hardest to succeed
But there is a part of me
That wants to run away
And say I need to be freed

So I pick up my pieces
And stood up tall
I gather myself once more
Recovered from my fall
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