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Isobel G Apr 2011
Would you ever think
anything like this
could lie beyond
such a convincing smile.
Did you ever see
what was hiding behind
the silence?
Could you feel the cold
beneath the illusion;
the lie of living
never fails.
©Nicola-Isobel H.     14.04.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
In this moment,
It's as though time,
Has ceased,
I am frozen,
But the world keeps moving
©Nicola-Isobel H.      15.04.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
It's just another disappointment,
And if we're being honest,
You weren't being honest,
I'm not sure I should even care
©Nicola-Isobel H.      14.04.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
A truth,
I was cold
©Nicola-Isobel H.     15.04.2011

This poem has several different meanings. It is not necessarily literal. Enjoy.
Isobel G Apr 2011
Love is a tragedy,
It is not safe or sweet,
It is cruel and cold,
Love is painful,
Layered with sorrow,
Love brings bloodshed,
Leaving scars in its wake,
Love is misunderstanding,
It tears us apart,
With confusion,
Love is broken,
Hollowness masked,
By the falsehood of joy,
Love is a promise,
Broken and abandoned,
Regarded as lies,
Well-intended lies,
Love is a pretence,
On which we lay our lives,

*Love is a tragedy
©Nicola-Isobel H.      15.04.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
Tell me how,
To numb the pain,
To fill the emptiness,
And stop the bleeding
©Nicola-Isobel H.     15.04.2011
Isobel G Apr 2011
Sometimes,
I feel dead,
My fingertips,
Are blue and cold,

Sometimes,
I feel nothing,
Not even when he's here,
Beside me,

Sometimes,
I am hollow,
And only the pain,
Can mask the emptiness,

Sometimes,
I can't breathe,
And just as I begin,
To fade away,
Something pulls me back
©Nicola-Isobel H.     15.04.2011
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