Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Eleanor Rigby Oct 2015
They called her lost
Because she was looking
For her home.

But those who never
Searched,
Were they ever home?


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Oct 2015
There is a tumour
Inside of me.
And what does it do?
It grows and grows
And keeps growing.

This tumour
Is loneliness.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2015
I love the kind of sadness
That makes me write.


-- Eleanor
10W
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2015
I totally adore
How you blend in the crowd
But when we're alone
You become you.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Aug 2015
I just feel there is
Something immortal
Inside our veins,
And perhaps I am conceited
But I mean it.

You make eternity
Possible with your gentle
swords of hands,
And perhaps I am defeated
But I feel it.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Aug 2015
My heart wavers between ancient
and fresh.
You drag me down the water
with your anchor of false hopes.
And he wide opens his arms,
the door, his heart
then looks at me
And tells me I am free.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby Aug 2015
I am going
Because you tell me things
You only mean when she's away.
And she's often away,
And I'm often here.

But your mind is always
Where she is.


-- Eleanor
Next page