I told a lie once,
About how it didn't hurt,
When he left me in silence;

I broke my heart,
To pour out words for him,
But there he goes tearing me apart;

I fell too fast too soon,
His charm got me ensnared with his ways,
And I looked up to him for he was my moon;

I washed away his memories,
For tears flowed freely at the mention of his name,
Even though it's been long it's still him I miss;

I had a hard time rhyming,
It doesn't help that I could barely think,
Not when he was the missing link;

I stayed up to plan my dreams,
Hoping maybe he'll return with me to reality,
But this world has only place for the grim;

I used to love you,
Every detail of your being ingrained in me,
Until the day you made me blue.

@byizn

The pretty girl with the wide smile,
that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
The happy girl with the loud laugh,
that doesn't want to socialize.

The quite girl with the long sleeves,
is starting to feel like a fraud.
The perfect girl with the straight hair,
is getting tired of the façade.

The pretty girl has a fake smile,
and is filling her body with cuts.
While, the perfect girl with the straight hair,
is puking out her guts.

The happy girl with the pretend laugh,
spends her nights crying to the stars.
While, the quiet girl with the long sleeves,
has a body full of bruises and scars.

So, not everything is as it seems.
Because, while everything seems fine,
these girls are full of silent screams.

How  do  the  tourist's
know  I'm  local.
They  are  always  stopping  me.
And  asking  the  way  to  the  lake.
Perhaps  It's  because
I'm  walking  on  my  own.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

The  large  Ash  tree  in  my  garden.
I  thought  it  was  dead.
I  told  everyone  it  was  dead.
Now  It's  suddenly  sprang  to  life.
Very  late  though  nearly  end  of  May.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.