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elizabeth s May 2013
its funny how what is so worried about today is so easliy forgotten tomorrow.
we only see what we want, and miss the opportunities to get what we need.
we think we know what will make us happy,
and what will get us through the day.
we miss the chances to make a difference,
when our focus is on ourselves.
we lose track of the aspirations,
when we worry about the "what ifs"
i dont want to look back at a life of what ifs
a life of should haves
i want to do today what i was too afraid to do yesterday
elizabeth s Feb 2013
im afraid for tomorrow,
waiting for just one more thing to be gone.
it seems nothing is forever.
and id say i want a promise,
but ive seen to many broken.
only so much can be replaced.
i can only handle so many leaving my side.
if i could just say it,
i need you.
i know it would make no difference.
so i fear tomorrow.
elizabeth s Jun 2012
i used to think
is bad that im happier sleeping
because my dreams were where you were still mine
your words were lost
and warmth was misplaced
barriers were formed
and time ticked away
i reached back
to feel nothing but the emptiness that you left
until a spark
an open heart
helped me rise above
so guess what
you've been replaced
elizabeth s May 2012
to know where she's stood
to feel what she's felt
you never could
you would not survive

your ignorance is childish
your life has been sheltered
true pain you have not felt
real suffering you have not endured

so go on your merry way
pretending the world's a pearl
but someday you'll be in her shoes
so then you'll see
elizabeth s May 2012
you are the fire
that makes me leave behind the loved

the current
that leaves me here alone

the wind
that wears away my smile

he is the music
that picked off my feet

you were the weight
that used to hold me down
elizabeth s May 2012
with all of the hatred seeping from you skin,
your sinister eyes glaring across the room,
your pernicious words piercing my heart,
you tried your best to tear me down,
but i will not let you prevail.
And through all of you bitter rampages
i never felt bad for myself.
i felt bad for you.
because i know,
its not me your unhappy with,
...its you
elizabeth s Apr 2012
i miss the days,
when your step was three of mine
when i would lay on your shoulder for hours
when my hand barely wrapped around your finger
when you would pick me up and throw me into the air
when i would jump into your arms when you came home from work
when you told me stories that always made me laugh
when everything you told me was golden
when i showed how much i cared
i will love you always.
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