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Émilie Murray Sep 2016
I wish I were as foolish as him to think we could ever work
But I know deep down it would only bring pain.
He doesn't seem to understand
That were to different, the feeling in his heart is lust and nothing more.

For a split second I let myself believe his words,
Then I was jolted back to reality
To him begging me for a chance
Me desperately fighting the tears that threatened to spill when I shook my head.

I had never seen a man cry until that night
The tears spilling from his eyes were like fragments of his soul
being violently torn from him.
He was shaking when he looked down to me, I will never forget the look in his eyes.

Broken hearts were only for people who were in a relationships,
Thats what I had always thought.
But when I saw the way he clutched at his chest,
Its like I could see his heart throbbing inside, threatening to stop any second.

I couldn't bring myself to walk away, although I knew I must
It was like he understood the conflict going through my head.
He silently peered into my eyes, that were now filling with tears
Their was a sort of understanding that took place then, I felt it in my bones.

I remember this as the first night we really saw each other,
I thought it would also be that last.
Little did I know that we would meet a year later, at a dance in town
We danced the night away, never saying a word.

We both remembered our last encounter, I could see regret in his eyes,
And knew he saw the same in mine
At the end of the night we had only said two words
I do.
Émilie Murray Sep 2016
Words can mean a lot,
To someone who understands them.
They can be used as weapons
Manipulating and twisting the minds of others,
Until they no longer live their own lives.
Or they can be turned into a riddle,
Hiding answers and secrets
In a way so cleverly put
It can drive a soul to madness.
Sometimes their used simply,
Which can be a good or bad thing,
depending on how you look at it.
Truths uncovered with no games or tricks,
Looking the guilty straight in the eye.
Some are used frequently, so they pass us bye without a backwards glance,
But the most special ones are used sparingly,
Delicately placed in one way or another
So we never stop pondering, on the magic that are words.
Émilie Murray Sep 2016
Lock your window,
Keep it shut.
Closed at night,
No one to trust.
Émilie Murray Sep 2016
When you close your eyes to sleep at night
You see me in the darkness
Playing with all my fairy friends when you stay just out of sight
I think you have become a sort of empress,
Determined to forget
All the fun times we had together when you were just a kid.
I wonder why you stopped believing
When their was still a lifetime ahead
Plenty of fun was still to come, the whole world at our fingertips
But then our universe altered.
You didn't sing songs or dance in the rain, your dreams were all forgotten
Penny's stayed in your pockets, nevermore thrown in pretty looking fountains.              
I guess you decided it was time to grow up,
But that doesn't mean you must completely move on
Every now and then its still ok to step into our fairy world
So join me on our long lost search for dragons
I know your favorite tree is waiting
Were all wondering were you went
So please, I beg of you, just for one more night, meet me in the woods
And we can yell and dance and sing our sacred songs
till the lights burn out and were left in pitch black
The kind that chills you to the bone, but leaves you wanting more.
Just stop bye when your back in town
At least leave us a little visit
We still have all the teacups made of leaves, and the plates from wood on the ground
We haven't forgotten a single thing, we just need you to remember
Even when your old and grey, we´ll still be her
Its never to late to relive childhood fantasies
Their are still so many fun things to do, but only one way to go about it,
The secret to fairies, dreams, and magic only is one word
Just one leap, one jump, one step.
All you have to do, to bring us back to you....
Believe.
Émilie Murray Sep 2016
First days aren't very fun
If you don't know anyone,
So walking alone through the halls
No one will catch her when she falls.

The other girls are mean to her
But nobody seems to care
She tries to pick herself back up
From the floor on which she had dropped.

If this wasn't hard enough
Back home things just get more rough
Her mother is running low on time,
So she alone must pay the monthly fines.

Now all alone in this world
Her mother died in the bed she was curled
Desperately trying to find get way,
Flowers bloom from her late mothers grave.

She buried her out in the back
So nobody knows of her predicament
She decides that soon she to must go,
Were the rivers of honey flow.

Now she's with her mom again
Were she no longer must fight for bread
The neighbors found her in eternal rest,
With a knife plunged deep in her chest.

Now when people pass that rock
To there knees they'll sadly drop
Pretending like they didn't know,
That it was them that made her go.
Émilie Murray Sep 2016
Their is a disease inside her soul
The kind that nothing can fix
It spreads and grows till theirs nothing left
No secret worlds inside of her, no halos floating round her head
The angels she used to live by
Have been replaced by the devil
Ripping and clawing its way inside
Sparing no expense
To ruin every bit of light
Now all that´s left is black
Her heart has turned to ice
Her once kind words used sparingly, and laced with hidden meaning
She has turned into a mystery
Her past left in the past

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