Do you feel that poison in your vein?

It rushes and courses

and makes you insane

Your love is anything but plain

It veils your eyes, from all the lies

Like a drug that blocks the pain

Your heart, do you feel it?

When was the last time you felt it beat?

Cause since that poison entered your veins

Your soul has saw defeat

I wish you knew the price you pay

Or how that love just eats away

at who you are

from worlds afar I feel the pain

From how you spar

From how you fight with all your might

To lose that love, you feel the fright

It’s not alright, it’s not okay

Memories of the past, the reason you stay

These games you play will make you numb

Do you know the rule of thumb?

Do you even know the sum?

Of how much it cost

your heart will be lost

and so your soul

you’ll feel the cold

you’ll feel the frost

the ice will the build

your world will stop

It will standstill

Cause of the poison..

you let run in your veins.

will you ever stop haunting me?
i toss and turn at nights.
will i ever forget the way you looked at me in the mornings?
i cry the second i think of your eyes.
will you ever stop tormenting me?
my heart drops every time your name lights up my phone.
will you realize the damage you've done to me?
deep down, i understand your mind isn't able to process or accept what you did.

i wish you would disappear and that i never knew you.
i pray i forget your face, your touch, your name each day.
instead of you disappearing, i find that the woman i once knew is gone and all is left is not even a little girl, but just her shadow.

In dreams we see
A lot of image like
Movies but
We wish that
It come true
Dreams are things we like to
Happen in real life
Some dream are like nightmare
We get dreams when it is
Full of imagination
To show us that is a micarle
Dream is everything
Included love and compassion
In your dreams.

                    By K-mari ©2016

I've met people like you.
Loud, boisterous, dangerous, charismatic, charming, perfect.
You, force of nature, unable to be forgotten.
steam rolling over the people like me.

All my best friends have forgotten me. But I remember them.
My friends were the loud and the powerful, protecting me, meek and sheltered. So years after I've left, their impression is seared into my brain while I'm just an insignificant whisper deep in the back of their memories.  
My friends are the **** and mysterious. The ones everyone wants to be. I'm only kept by their side because of my docile nature, every group needs a quiet one. Unfortunately the quiet ones are easy to forget...

i like to hear the rain tapping on the pain

tapping once tapping twice tapping once again

running just like teardrops from a teary eye

rolling down the glass as they go rolling bye



then the sun comes out and dries away the rain

i will wait once more until it rains again.