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Elizabeth Bleu Sep 2014
Have you ever known what it is to be truly free?
There has been no love and nobody.
I sat alone on the cold cold street,
Crying and mesmerizing of what had happened to me.
My father had gone up in  rage when he had seen my grade.
He could not believe his little girl so so bright ,
Would let the world come and out her light.
The distance between us has never been so bad
and I cried some more for he was all I ever had.
Nostalgia was my only friend
as I reminisced straight to the end.
But when and Why and I can never understand
I had this to down to the very last end.
I am blue and its nothing new.
Touch my soul,Ill not be here soon
Elizabeth Bleu Sep 2014
As  he sat at the table , eating his fish
A warm fire burned nearby.
She sat on the sofa somewhere nearby
wondering if all she could do was cry.
As the nostalgic feeling came and went,
she remembered the days they used to spend,
He would let her climb on his back,
and they would walk here, there and that.
She remembered the way they used to be,
He was her all, her meant to be.
What hurt her now more than before
was the way he saw her , loving her no more.
It is true, she say, I messed up
but is forgiveness never enough?

And So as she lie here in the arms
of an angel to keep her safe and warm,
She cried once more and took a bite
of a sweet sweet Cadbury chocolate and
stared into the night........
Elizabeth Bleu Aug 2014
Back then when the skies were blue
And  people were warmer and friendlier.
Love was true and I  was sweet.
I was sweet sweet summer and some ****** heat.
I remember the 90s and how life was great
everything then seemed a piece of cake.

But the world grew colder and more more cold,
This was a story that should've never been told
Elizabeth Bleu Aug 2014
I remembered the touch of your hand
The smell on your lips,
Soft ,soft tips, Rose petals dipped.
I remembered the tree we marked our names on,
The love you showed me , only once;
It was like having all your dreams come true
and then nothing, just gone out of the blue.

I remember the long walks we used to take,
And the exotic ways you would say my name
I was on a high for life, but what I didn't see came in time.
You crushed our dreams to chase after her
And now she's gone , you still wear her fur
I remember all the days when I would cry
The sleepless nights and city lights
But now as I am off the high,
I take your hand and kiss you good bye.
Elizabeth Bleu Aug 2014
The size of the attack
the big to compare
the cradle that fell and sounded the ears.
I am so ashamed, oh help me now
I am so alone and now  wonder how
No one really cared and this is really all
my fault;
I will walk and sing the opera all through the dark.
Presences unknown , come and go
as they listen to the sad song of all thy foes
I am so alone and now wonder how
This is as could be and I will still sing during the drought
Elizabeth Bleu Jul 2014
Luna (Latine Lunae) est terrae sola naturalis satellite. [E] [F] [VIII] licet non amet naturalis satellitis in Systemate Solare est, inter satellites maioribus signis maxima quod ad magnitudinem orbes obiecti (primarium) [g] [a] et post Io satellite Jovis, qui est secundus densa inter densitates satellite cognoscuntur.

Luna est in vna *** orbem terrarum, et semper, et faciens facies, *** cis insignis, quae per tenebras inter maria volcanus editis clarus, et veteri crusta impactus crateres prominent. Est enim post solem in coelo et immutari. Quanquam autem id candidissimam, obscurus etiam superficie *** bitumen reflectance fessis tantum leviter superior. Huius temporibus perquam cyclus regularem habere in coelo, quia antiquitus in luna lingua maximus culturae opes, fastos artis fabularis. Producit vim gravitatis luna dies et tempora et levi freta. Nunc de orbita lunae distantia diameter vicibus terra in caelum facit ut fere idem sit qui apparet Solis. Nempe per id fere totum solem lunam eclipsin solis tegere. Hoc simile est de magnitudine visuali fortuitum apparens. Lunaris a terra distantiae lineae sit amet, crescens ad rate of 3,82 ± 0,07 mm per annum, id est, non tamen semper. [IX]
Elizabeth Bleu Jun 2014
While it is I was hurt and bruised
I will never ever say this again to you.
My Heart bled enough times for me to know
The reason why I couldn't cry and I though that
This was over when I saw those signs
The ones you showed her
which were once mine, But never mind I say to you
Drop dead as I am over you.The constant smell of you still makes
me smile,But no longer do I waste my time. You see there was something I did learn from you,Nothing I hear from men are never true
So I bled my heart dry from you and no I don't cry for cheaters like you.
I am happy on white sand and beaches too, Have her, youre my garbage lou.
Lou thy heart,It was once and You will never break it apart.
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