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Isobel G Jan 2011
Such timid creatures,
We are,
So fearful of tomorrow,
Of rejections and goodbyes,
That we hold back,
The words we want to say,
And wait patiently,
For our lives to begin,
For the sun to shine,
For joy and love,
To make themselves known,
But sometimes,
Waiting is not enough,
Sometimes,
You just have to jump
©Nicola-Isobel H.      19.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
There's something about,
Being unpredictable,
That seems,
So romantic,
Like the fact,
That you can't,
Figure me out,
And just might die trying,
Makes me feel,
So alive
©Nicola-Isobel H.      19.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I just wanted to say,
Thank you,
For taking me seriously,
When no one else did
©Nicola-Isobel H.     19.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
I can't help the negitivity,
Or suppress the darkness,
In the back of my mind,
I want things to change,
So badly,
But I feel so unsure,
So afraid,
Of the inevitable,
So let's just float,
For another day,
Freeze-frame the friendship,
Before we change,
So this will never end,
And we'll just keep on talking,
And falling,
In silence
©Nicola-Isobel H.      18.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Something about the world,
Seems so empty,
So strange and cold,
Reality doesn't feel,
As secure, sincere,
The sunlight too harsh,
Feigned like the ingenuine smiles,
Of so called friends,
Who turn a blind eye,
At anyone calling for help,
Yet throw around words,
That used to mean,
So much
©Nicola-Isobel H.     18.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Drowning in my sorrow,
With nowhere to go,
There's no up or down,
Just the weight,
Of recent events,
Crushing my chest,
Suffocating me,
While I wait,
For something, someone,
To ease the burden,
And hold the pieces together,
Before they fall to the floor,
Where I lie,
Longing for something so simple,
For an embrace that says it all:
I love you,
I'm not going to leave you,
We'll get through it together,
Just something that's real,
That doesn't slip through my fingers,
Leaving me with a handful,
Of empty air
©Nicola-Isobel H.     18.01.2011
Isobel G Jan 2011
Since when has it been,
So hard to say,
I care about you,
Why is it so,
Difficult to admit,
I love you,
When did things get,
So **** complicated,
Why do I find myself,
Incapable of conversation,
Around you,
The three feet between us,
More like 3 miles,
And I just can't do the distance
©Nicola-Isobel H.     17.01.2011
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