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Isobel G Mar 2011
The word seems,
So gentle,
Full of naive hope,
That stabs at the hollowness,
Innocence in belief,
That I destroy,
There is no hope
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
I lie broken,
In self-condemnation,
I don't want to be,
Anything,
If you're not right
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
I speak,
In a string of words,
Placed carefully,
Side by side,
Line after line,
Imposing myself,
On the broken world,
For the loss,
Of composure
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
What hurts the most,
Is keeping it all,
Inside,
Knowing it would feel,
So right,
Letting you go regardless,
Of everything,
Because I know the answer,
Is no
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
I should be gone,
By now,
When it all falls,
Appart,
My signature exit,
But I'm still lingering,
At the edges,
Because maybe this time,
I need someone,
To hold on,
Just a little longer
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
This is the part,
Where you realise,
It's all wrong
©Nicola-Isobel H.        18.03.2011
Isobel G Mar 2011
For the first time,
I scream these words,
In a whisper,
Please,
Just help me,
I don't want to drown anymore
©Nicola-Isobel H.       18.03.2011
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