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 Jan 2018 cherry blossom
meekah
i hope you never have to know
the depth of my devotion
because to know
would be to understand
the emptiness you left in me
when you had nothing
to give back
and surely such
guilt
would eat you alive
we matched on tinder today and i'm upset
Your heart isn't a home for every person who seeks shelter.
Your heart isn't a piece of paper where people can sign off without saying goodbye.
Your heart isn't supposed to heal their wounds every time.
Your heart isn't a beautiful painting where people can trace it's different strokes
Please remember that your heart isn't a home for every person that knocks at your door.
Don't let them tamper with the love that you harbor.
Your heart is not made of gold. But it is full of kindness.
Your heart is not a home with a welcome mat spread right outside.
Your heart isn't a yard sale where people can trade emotions whenever they feel like.
Your heart is naive like a kid and it does not realize what is wrong and what is right.
Your heart is not a home for the person who leaves their footprints on the ground and vanishes right out of sight.
Don't be surprised
When you see me in my coffin
You already knew I was suffering

Hell came to earth
Now it's time for me to go to heaven
Just because I am breathing
Doesn't mean I am alive
You knew I had something
bottled up inside
The only thing you didn't know
was what was going on
in my mind
You didn't help me
You went to go hide
Now I have to pull the plug
of what was keeping me alive
So don't be surprise
When I die

So be ready

Prepare what you want to say to me
at my funeral
Go to the store
and buy me some flowers
My favorite are tulips
Prepare to put these beautiful flowers
on my coffin
So it can look a little more alive
Do you remember
When we were young
And hopeless
And we thought
We were invincible?
Until the rotten world
Gnawed on us
Like infinity waves
Crashing over and over
On summer sun-blanched bones
And whittled us down
To nothing but forgotten sand
i guess this is growing up
the first song for my album.

Link in notes.

Maybe I should know that
time is gettin' harder
to bear
But I don't
remember
where I've been

Maybe we were younger
Maybe we were older than
the ones
we thought
we loved
back then

And maybe you remember?
We were rolling down
a grassy hill,
out in
the summer sun

Maybe I forgot it...
Maybe I just stored it away,
to keep
it safe from everyone
To keep it safe from me

Maybe...
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 Dec 2017 cherry blossom
celeste
i will not

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myself

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to make someone else

WHOLE
 Dec 2017 cherry blossom
Jay
Damaged people love you like a crime scene
Before any crime had been committed
They kept their running shoes right next to their souls every night
One eye opened in case something changed whilst they were asleep

Damaged people love in the most broken way
Damaged people love in the most gentle way
Damaged people do not love
Damaged people love too much

Their backs are always too tense, too tight
Made this way from carrying too many broken things
Because we all know broken things are the heaviest
Just look the weight of a broken heart

Damaged people will love that too
Damaged people love broken things
Because they remind them of themselves

Damaged people take broken things
And love them to the end
Trying to find that one broken thing
That will fit their cracks.

Damaged people love so well

They love like this because they have already seen Hell
And they know that every evil demon
Was once an angel before they fell.
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