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Dec 2013 · 454
Just Friends
Ciara Sarah Dec 2013
I know that I don't own you,
and perhaps I never will,
so my anger when you're with her,
I have no right to feel.

I know that you don't owe me,
and I shouldn't ask for more;
I shouldn't feel so let down
all the times when you don't call.

What I feel - I shouldn't show you,
so when you're around I won't;
I know I've no right to feel it,
but it doesn't mean I don't.
A poem by one of my favourite poets, Lang Leav.
Nov 2013 · 557
Him
Ciara Sarah Nov 2013
Him
The love you show me,
and the life you gave me
are more than I could ever ask for,
and more than I deserve.

In your eyes I have no flaws,
I am perfect,
and complete -
My mistakes are merely lessons.

Your gentle touch fills me with warmth
And reminds me every now and again,
that in a world of malicious evils
there are beautiful people like you.

You do not speak unless you know
that your words are needed, wanted, respected.
Your words have set me free;
your advice has been my gospel.

You tell me that a little self belief goes a long way,
and that I should follow my dreams to reach the stars and back.
No man will ever be good enough for me;
In your eyes, I'm worth my weight in Gold.

You are my father,
And that is my privilege
Aug 2013 · 434
Does it hurt?
Ciara Sarah Aug 2013
"Does it hurt when you see him with his arms around another?"

"Why yes, yes of course it does.
What type of person would I be
If I felt no anger,
No hurt,
No pain,
From seeing the man I once loved with his arms around another?"

"But why does it hurt
When you see such things?"

"Well,
I think it's because
The sight of his love beaming on someone else
Makes me ask one of life's most difficult questions.

Why was I never good enough for him?"
Ciara Sarah Jul 2013
We stayed up all night talking,
in an ethereal haze.
How long ago now?
Two summers,
I think.

How the time passed,
As I sat hidden,
Underneath my bed sheets
So no one could find me,
Talking to you.
You were my little secret.

We stayed up all night talking,
And you told me
Bits and pieces of your life
That you probably told everyone
But they meant something to me.

Tales of woe, of love, of life and passion
Wilted between the keys
Of our cellular devices.
Words exchanged in the dead of night,
That we could pretend didn't mean anything
come the morning.

We stayed up all night talking,
yes, two summers ago,
And had I known back then
What I know now,
I would have locked my heart in pandoras box,
And thrown away the key.

I would never have let myself fall in love with you.
Jul 2013 · 514
Completing the puzzle
Ciara Sarah Jul 2013
As we grow up I think we are taught,
That people are more important
Than they actually are.
We spend most of our days,
searching for something.
A lost soul,
A little life,
An other half to complete the puzzle.

But the part of us missing,
that someone else completes
Is complex, is difficult, is time consuming,
And not every one fits.

Nobody tells us this.
We spend time,
And time,
And time again with those who don’t matter,
And forget those who do.

We are heartbroken when our temporary loves don’t last,
Even though they were never supposed to.
They weren't part of the plan.

So, just when you think that you’re all alone,
Remember the missing piece can only be filled
By someone who is kind,
Who is generous.
Who doesn’t just understand you,
But wants to.
Who doesn’t just hold your hand,
But embraces it.
Who doesn’t just kiss you,
But takes your breath away.”
Jul 2013 · 347
Untitled
Ciara Sarah Jul 2013
When at first I looked into your eyes, I saw a dim light
Uninteresting
Lacking hope,
Not patient, or kind, or anything in between.

After many nights spent trying to peel away your layers,
I finally found what I was looking for.
A soul,
A passion,
A spark with the potential to ignite.
I fell deeper and deeper as I drowned in the pools of your
Deep blue eyes.
So beautiful.
So serene.

How did I know I loved you?
It wasn’t like how the poets had described it.
No.
It was much greater than that.

I could never find the words,
that would accurately depict
how much you mean to me,
or how perfect I think you are.

But I think that if I were to tell you anything,
about the way you make me feel,
the one thing that you deserve to know
is that you set my heart and soul on fire.
You burn me brighter than the sun.”
Written about the person I fell in love with many moons ago.
Jul 2013 · 534
Untitled
Ciara Sarah Jul 2013
(1)
We are growing old they tell us,
every year.
We are more alone they tell us,
every year.
We can win no new affection,
we have only recollection.
Deeper sorrows and dejection,
every year.

(2)
There comes new cares and sorrows,
every year.
Darker days and darker morrows,
every year.
The ghosts of dear love haunts us,
The ghosts of changed friends haunt us,
And disappointments daunt us,
every year.

(3)
Too true, life's shores are shifting,
And we, are seawards drifting,
every year.
The living more forget us,
there are fewer to regret us,
every year.
But the truer life grows nearer,
And the morning star climbs higher,
every year.

(4)
Earth's hold on us grows slighter,
and the heavy burden lighter,
and the dawn immortal brighter,
every year.
Jul 2013 · 2.2k
Your arms are my home.
Ciara Sarah Jul 2013
“When I was young, you fascinated me.
You were always so beautiful
So perfect.
You had a wide smile,
and beautifully deep eyes.
You had a glowing warmth,
that my childhood body grew up surrounded in.
In your arms I felt safe and whole.
Your arms were my home.

When your arms began to get weaker and weaker,
I couldn’t understand.
Where was the life I once knew?
The life I loved so dearly?
The soul was still there,
But the life,
The life was slipping away.
Your arms were my home,
But you were letting in the rain.
The house was crumbling before our eyes,
And you couldn’t help it.

The last time I ever saw you again,
Was on a cool summers morning.
You were sat in a wheelchair,
And it wasn’t your home.
You smiled amidst a backdrop of wild greens, and pretty flowers.
I asked you to stay with me always,
And you promised you would.
Your arms were my home.
I’d be without shelter otherwise.

Well, God works in weird and wonderful ways,
And the day your soul departed from my world,
Was the day my heart crumbled,
Into a thousand tiny pieces.
I had convinced myself that you had broken your promise.

But my twenty year old self looks back,
With hindsight,
With knowledge,
With faith and with wisdom,
That a thirteen year old girl can never have.

You kept your promise.
You are always with me.
In a light summer rain,
In a bitter winters night,
Amidst the beautiful browns and golds of an Autumn day.

You are the beautiful warmth that fills my heart,
Every time it beats.

Your arms are always my home.”

— The End —