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Secret Garden Apr 2020
I think about you all the time.
When the sky is sad and the angels cry.
When theres a ring around the moon,
I often stop and think of you.
I feel a pull strong in my chest.
I feel your touch, I feel your breath.
I feel your hands around my neck..
I feel your fist upon my face,
Upon my head, I feel the pain.
I feel the beating of my heart,
A fearful, saddened work of art.
A peak into my memories
Secret Garden Apr 2020
Red
You colored my walls in Red; I soon realized that meant blood.
Red so deep, Red so pure, I mistook that Red for love.
On those walls, words appear;
Desire, Hate, Attachment, Fear.
Meanings that remain unclear,
A mind so loud you cannot hear.
My sirens sound, my trauma speaks.
Remember how I felt so weak.
Remember tears, remember pain.
Remember storms and freezing rains.
Remember you.
Remember me.
Us alone, havoc wreaks.
Tears I cry, blood still bleeds.
Dripped in Red you colored me.
A narrative freewrite
Secret Garden May 2018
Why do you feel like I'm not worth your time
I stare out my window and watch the sun rise
You're living your life and that's okay
I just wonder if you know how much my heart aches
I wonder if you know it's hard to sleep some nights
Rushing thoughts of you just won't leave my mind
Memory of us laying side by side
My eyes start to burn I can't stop crying
My head was on your chest and you held me tight
I wonder if you ever think about that night.
I wonder if you miss me in your arms
I wonder if your goal was to cause me harm
I can never seem to find you, when you come you never stay
You throw away my love that's one thing I really hate
Putting out a fire fought hard once before
It's sad to say, I know, my love, you'll always ignore.
This came to me sequentially as I thought about a love that won't be returned
  Mar 2018 Secret Garden
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
  Mar 2018 Secret Garden
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
Secret Garden Mar 2018
My color is blue,
My color is pink.
Heavy and true,
My colors do sink.

My color is gray,
My color is black.
Feeling dismayed,
Affection, I lack.

My color is white,
My color is green.
Love and hatred,
I am in between.

My color is red,
My color is mauve.
My rage runs deep,
My pain, unresolved.
ever-growing heartache.
Secret Garden Feb 2018
I've lost the words to convey what I feel.
I've gained the wisdom to see what is real.
I've lost the courage to believe I will heal.
I sing a song to calm my soul.
To forget for a moment all the pain I know.
And I feel myself slowly becoming cold.
So I sing that song to find some peace,
but this throb in my chest will not cease.
Until I am numb, and I'm almost there,
for this pain I endure,
I cannot bear.
im starting to lose the will to fight battles i always lose against evil that always wins
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