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Isabella Mar 2020
Just a lone girl, wandering the woods.
All she has is a book and her quill.
She can write, but doesn't know if she should.
And you'll just have to see if she will.
Isabella Mar 2020
You tremble under the weight of my fingertips,
My delicate touch too much for you.
You shiver at the harsh phrase from my lips,
My poison words too sure for you.

You smile amidst your pleading cries,
Clear streaks running down your ruddy cheeks.
You have hope despite the pain in your eyes,
To still believe in me proves you're weak.
Isabella Mar 2020
She waltzed across the oak wood floor.
Her skirts trailed behind her feet.
She traced the ground as she spun,
Humming a soft, humble beat.

She twirled, her hair flowing against her back.
She gave the young boy a chance.
She heeded his request, of course,
And in a swirl of flames, she danced.
Isabella Mar 2020
I hold you to my chest,
I hold you in my arms.
I'll keep you safe, my darling.
I'll keep you safe from harm.

Look into my eyes,
I'll make your worry disappear.
Stroke your tear-stained cheeks,
I'll wipe away your fear.

I love you, my darling.
I'll protect you with my life.
I promise, my darling.
I will never let you die.
Isabella Mar 2020
I hear my heartbeat pounding against my ribs.
Bang, Bang, a drumming sound.
I feel my breaths shaking with every word.
Quiver, Quiver, a hopeless bound.

Invisible, yet so aware.
Even though no one cares.
Even though no one stares.

Invisible, yet so afraid.
Even if my thoughts are made.
Even if I stand in the shade.

Stuck in the shadows.
Stuck, all alone.
Shouting, but silence
Is all that echoes.

Screaming until my lungs wither away.
Crying, but no one can hear what I say.
The sun is daunting, it scares me into the dark.
I try to run, but my footsteps don't make a mark.

Invisible, weights pulling me down.
Invisible, weights holding me to the ground.
Invisible, feet stuck to the floor.
Invisible... I could have been so much more.
Isabella Mar 2020
Mama, don't leave me.
I hate to be alone.
What if you leave me,
and never come home.

Papa, don't leave me.
I'm scared, and anxious too.
What if you leave me,
and I never get to say goodbye to you.

I must say farewell,
I must say I love you.
For I'm afraid I'll never tell,
When I'll ever lose you.

Please, don't leave me.
I hate the unknown.
Isabella Mar 2020
A sweater I put on, worn and worn.
To keep me safe, to keep me warm.
The outside soft, the inside thorns.
Tempting is, my love forlorn.

The sweater stays, ripped and torn.
For lost labors that I mourn.
A love has died, a love is born.
Hopeless is, my love forlorn.

To be so close, yet all so far.
I cannot reach, yet here you are.
I cannot leap, the jump's too hard.
Forlorn love tears us apart...

Disdainful tears, that mark my cheeks.
My helpless world, is far too bleak.
Without my strength I seem so meek.
Forlorn love makes me feel weak.

A sweater I put on, worn and worn.
To keep me safe, to keep me warm.
Love is pain, and love is scorn.
Wretched is, my love forlorn.
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