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Isabella Apr 2020
It used to be screaming cries.
But what happens when a scream dies.
It's left with silence, in candle light.
But what's one candle in the blackness of night.

You can't fill the empty hole inside.
It's hallowed out from all the times you tried.
There's only fragments left and so you hide.
Just waiting for the pain to subside.

Why has it become so much more quiet.
When moments ago it was chaos and riot.
I extinguished the only spark.
Now I'm just tiptoes in the dark.
I wrote this poem with my best friend, alternating who wrote each line...
Isabella Apr 2020
One more night, stuck in the shadows.
One more light, of flickering candles.
One more fight, then no more battles.
For you to be alright, I'd sacrifice much more that I can handle.
Isabella Apr 2020
Your eyes... I promise, they're the key to my soul. They resemble the sky. A cloudy mist of blue and grey. Twisting and twirling, swallowing my gaze.

Your eyes were my reason to live.

Your eyes were my reason to keep my own eyes from closing forever.

Your eyes willed me to hold on. Until I truly wanted to stay.

Your eyes guided me through my life.

Your eyes were full of beauty, glory, love. They were full of a wonderful sky. One that I got lost in. Forever. And even after those eyes closed for the last time, I was still trapped. Caught in that broken sky.
Isabella Apr 2020
Hundreds of wishes, thousands of clovers.
Time becoming so much slower.
Wasted hope, pointless dreams.
Thousands of useless clovers, drifting down the stream.

Wishing you were here right now,
Thousands of clovers drifting down and down.

Further, further,
Until my thousands of clovers are out of sight.
Because, every night...

I'd take a clover, make a wish.
Drop it in the river, watch it swirl like the fish.
Then I'd let it float far away.
I would drop those clovers, day after day.

But it would never be over.
There were thousands of clovers.
Isabella Apr 2020
If the clock ticks, signalling time going by.
It would pass slower, with a little lie.
Then there would be only one cry.
The one when I'd have to say goodbye.
I just stumbled upon an old book of poems I wrote in 2017...
Isabella Apr 2020
the thought that you will leave me
does nothing to relieve me
of the pain my love has brought me
how you never even sought me

the thought that you might grieve me
does nothing to deceive me
of the truth that you don't want me
but there's still things my love has taught me
Isabella Mar 2020
He claimed another life today,
That horrible thing called Death.
He took their beating heart away,
He took their final breath.
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