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Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
They say that I'm one with a future so bright.
But it seems my anxiety helps me fail to see the light.
Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
I've always wondered off alone, I've never thought of my house I live in as a home. As I grow I wonder about the possibilities of the earth, I've longed to explore since year one of my birth. When the sun shines, I look to it and stare. Wherever else he shines above I want to  be there. I wonder off enjoying the silence of the spring day, creating ideas that may go a long way. They address me as a loner who will socialize never but in all honesty being alone is what makes me so clever.
Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
The devil is not what he seems. He can take your hand and tell you  there is nothing to fear, mimicking a child's infatuated dream. Wipe away your tears gently from your delicate cheek. Shower you with jewels, roses, a small black dress. Anything you seek from the man your hands caress. His words can be more soothing as gentle fingers to a harp, his eyes possess your soul with a stare so angelic, and a mind so sharp and a figure that's athletic. He is the shadow that lurks looking for love in every place, you believe you are his universe as to him you are just a small town in a state. Reality is that he's a witch's curse, he promised you he was unique to others maybe better but you realize he's even worse.
Nothing personal! Just wrote what came to mind
Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
Chasing someone who has no interest in you
is like trying to grasp clouds. Move on to someone reachable!
Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
Tell me I'm a loser
Tell me I'm not well in the head
Tell me I'm a horrible chooser
But let me tell you that if you lived in my shoes
You'd already be dead, you'll never know what I have gone through.
  Apr 2016 Chloe Zafonte
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it wasn't really school bullies, that have torn me apart,
or a past lover who broke my heart,
but more so, my own blood
who has caused this everflowing flood,
of pain, sadness, and madness in my mind
they think that because i'm still breathing, i'm doing just fine
when really,
im going to explode like a land mine
*eventually.
*by blood i mean my family.
Chloe Zafonte Apr 2016
Some think that they fill your lungs with air.
Just to watch you breathe out  misery and despair.
People think that you can't live without them even if they make you miserable.
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