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Jade Melrose Jun 2014
He loved her,
he loved her so.

I can tell by the way he walked,
the way he talked,
the way he said her name.
And how I wish, things could just stay the same.

Each night he would tell me,
how he hoped his mother would just see.
He longed for her at night,
hoping she might.

I prayed for their sake,
the bright future, no one could take.
And as each day passes on by,
they would talk about the future, making up lies.

I never want to see the day,
when miles apart, they lay.
I hope their passion of which I admire,
would burn through the enemies desire.

But what would I know,
about love signs?
I am just a feline.
Mouschi,
they call me,
but I really do see.
Inspired by the Diary of Anne Frank. Written for a English assessment task for our Holocaust unit.
Jade Melrose Jun 2014
“You’re beautiful.”
You said.
I never understood why,
why you would lie.

I am not beautiful,
not at all.

You say I’m beautiful during the ridiculous of times,
I’m not beautiful when I write,
I’m not even beautiful at first sight.
I’m not beautiful when I run,
I’m not even beautiful when I’m under the sun.
I count my flaws everyday,
how can I believe anything you say?

But you insist on it every time,
reminding me,
like a chime.
You try and convince me with all your might,
But I will never sleep on it at night.

I am not beautiful,
not at all.
Jade Melrose Jun 2014
I know this is hard to bear,
but trust me,
I care.
Gone were the days of happiness and joy,
the innocence and toys.
Oh darling,
don’t cry.
I’ll sing you lies,
like lullabies.

For me,
you must survive,
into the ocean you’ll dive.
With other children you’ll play,
I hope you’ll live to that day.
Oh darling,
don’t cry.
I’ll sing you lies,
like lullabies.

I promise,
I’ll protect you day by day,
no harm will ever go your way.
But if I ever have to go,
Please know I love you so.
Oh darling,
don’t cry.
I’ll sing you lies,
like lullabies.
Written for an English assessment for our unit on the Holocaust.
Jade Melrose May 2014
My insides shudder with every breath I take
My shoulders cave in for my own sake
My ribs are collapsing as my heart craves for you
My mind is racing in hopes you'd think of me too
My legs are weak when you walk on by
My breaths, shallow, a sweet lullaby
My soul is drenched with the tears I had shed
'What chance do I have?' the poor girl said
Jade Melrose Apr 2014
Those eyes,
innocent and kind.
I can’t help but stare,
every time they met with mine.
What did you think?
Finally.
That smile,
sweet and charming.
It catches me every time
I can’t help to wonder sometimes,
would that be for me?
I didn’t know then
that last glimpse of you,
was everything.
Jade Melrose Apr 2014
That hollow feeling when every things over
That hollow feeling when every things gone
That hollow feeling when theres nothing you can do
Oh, how well I know
that hollow feeling.

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