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moonlight spilling from her eyes
magic pouring from her lips
the universe in audience of her beauty
even the stars would weep with envy

I carved her name upon the dawn
So every morning might be with her
But as it rose It grew too bright
And closed my eyes
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the sky
To keep her near me every day
But nightfall came and cleared the light
And all was dark
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the moon
To stare at her throughout my nights
But tired eyes are sneaky foes
And sleep prevailed
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon my soul
Love not just with me when I look
But every day and every night
And in my heart
Yet still I saw her there
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
If I cry, what am I crying for?
For me or for you?
Is it the situation or time? For me there is no rhyme...

But I see a pattern, this keeps on happening.
I cant explain it.
I dont understand it.

I just cry...but why?

I look inside, see a glimpse and sigh.
Why do I cry?

Am I crying today, for the same things as yesterday?
I shrug to myself and say...I dont know why, I cry, I really hope I'm not still crying on the day I die.
I write to try and understand what's in my head and make sense of the world. Sometimes I feel like I've got this...others not so.
 Oct 19 EmilyBatdorf
is art
just like
it needs to be expressed

a razor blade
is my pen
my skin
the paper
and my blood
the ink

art tells a story
coming from
deep inside
our darkest secrets
and once they're written down
they stay
 Oct 19 EmilyBatdorf
Lilly F
he speaks my name as if it's a soft prayer
that would bring heaven down to earth

In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 Oct 11 EmilyBatdorf

I want to be your fantasy-

The hidden desire that suffocates at night

under the smooth touch of your fingers.

To be the unspoken name that lingers

between wet lips with wants your tongue

wipes away like a sip of sweet wine.

An arousing sense flowing down your spine

when images of flesh sweaty and tight

fills your daydreams in a sunny afternoon.

I want to be your full moon

with rising tides waiting to drown me

under wild desires flowing in your skin,

I want to be your fantasy and your sin-

October 10, 2019
“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I want.”
― Sara Gruen
i am so in love with you
and you are so strongly the only thing i think of that
i think if i smashed my head open on the side walk
my broken bones would spell your name
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