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  Mar 2017 Grace Spellman
Ekstyn
In silence I loved him,
And in silence I have lost him.
In silence I've longed for his hand,
And in silence I've met emptiness.
In silence I fell,
And in silence I heard my own heart breaking...
Grace Spellman Feb 2017
I found somebody who carries my soul gently.
He took the demons you left me with and cast them all out.;
He planted flowers where you left weeds.
Although I was nothing but a dimly lit star to you, he sees the opposite.
I am his sun, he is my moon.
And together we rule the galaxy.
He takes care of me like no one has ever before.

-Thank you for leaving, for if you hadn't I would never have found my diamond in the rough.
Grace Spellman Feb 2017
Your love is my disease
So sick, got me falling to my knees
I'm begging you
please don't leave
But you can't hear me
Too busy falling like a meteor
Creating all these internal craters
Before you
I was the sun
I used to shine so bright
You cut me down
And now I'm just a small star
In your universe
Which is so infinite
a small star to you
  Feb 2017 Grace Spellman
Cosmic Dust
How lovely is the boy
Whose smile brings about spring
The lines forming his face
Engraved in my memory with his smile
And maybe if it's winter outside
I see the flowers bloom all the time

How majestic is the boy
Whose poise speaks of royalty
And though a peasant lowly I may be
The way he reaches out, so carefree
Makes me feel the rags I wear
Are riches too, when it touches he

How dandy is the boy
Whose gestures are of a child
The sun-kissed skin that glows
When frolicking under the sunlight
And a mind though a handful of years ahead
He sometimes chooses to play instead

How gracious is the boy
Who forgets his roots never
He prays and thanks for blessings
Even in the stormy weather
And never once he has forgotten
The shelter he takes when he has fallen

How thankful I am for the boy
Who was born on the cold harsh winter
For he forged a spirit of warmth
And his heart makes this world feel kinder
As I stare at the boy that I adore
I couldn't ask for anything more
a dedication to my muse who's miles and miles away
Grace Spellman Feb 2017
i can no longer have you as my home because i will end up homeless time and time again.
you made me homeless.

— The End —