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torrey Mar 2015
I live in a forbidden tower
Where I lay and count the hour
For I am trapped by the things that will eat me alive
See the monsters, they hide
Deteriorating everything that lives inside
There's all these things I wish I could say
But my tongue's always tied
My brain's always running
Always two steps ahead
Never doing, only worrying
Even when the world has slowed down
And the eyes have been shut
And all the judgements put aside
Still I find it easier to hide
To leave all the thoughts that roam my mind
Too scared to let them out and let them be free
You see, a girl like me is many things
Smart,
Caring,
Witty,
And lovely
But surely a coward somewhere in between
I wish it was easy for me to explain how I feel
I wish I could tell you what I really want to say
But I'm always choked up
Afraid to let people see me vulnerable
My thoughts too insufferable
The walls I built have grown
Too scared to not be alone
Maybe one day my prince will scale the walls
He'll fight a couple battles
Win a couple brawls
He'll finally come to me and say
*"There's no reason to worry for your dragons have been slain"
torrey May 2015
Love is a blinding trance
It puts a haze over your judgement
The clouds make it hard to see
All the things that aren't meant to be
You find someone who makes it hard to breathe
Then they turn you around and make you someone you weren't meant to be

But this love is more than an infatuation
It's a serious addiction
But in our hearts we like to believe that the love we feel is very real
Thinking your love is one of kind
That this continuous addiction is all that love could ever be

But when we finally let go
It hurts everyday
They cross your mind all the time
You hear a song and you begin to cry
You hear their name and you feel a tug at your heart
You think you just can't make it, like you're back at the start
All you want to do is hear their voice and feel their touch

But you're stuck missing them
Smoking a little too much
Drinking straight from the bottle
Wishing you'd forget about them tomorrow

So you follow back down that same old road
The road you've travelled along for so very long
You made one little call
And you're right back up there about to fall

— The End —