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Lauren Leal Sep 2017
I'm the puppet, you the puppeteer
A master in how you control and steer
But the problem with being a puppet doll
Is that we don't know love at all
We simply do what you need
And hear ever plead
When we try to walk away
It's you that gets the last say
It's always I love you, said just the same
As if it's some sort of game
Of cat and mouse
But I'm a puppet, so you tightened the strings
Once you saw them you clipped my wings
Captivated by that siren song
It's okay I'll follow along
Written for another and being able to relate.
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
If there one thing driving me insane
Is that I still have the pain
Of my anger inside me
Anger that you can see
Why couldn't you give, to hear my plead
That I am in fear and in need
That this anger could overtake my mind
Who knows what you'd find
If you told me not to do that now
Or to find ways to figure out how
To quell my inner child's rage
But you skipped that page
and went right for my heart
Then wondered why I ripped you apart
You sought not to help with what remains
You forever sought personal gain
Let that sink in to your soul
You cared not to help a part, of someone that gave
themselves whole
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
Here I am knowing that this is all wrong
That there is just not a chance to get along
but I sit here with you in mind
No one around, no one to find
Wondering if things could rewind
To the time where love got left behind
But what would we have done different
That didn't have us so spent
Living off toxic fumes from the past
It's no wonder we couldn't last
Let's dye our hair and lie saying we don't care
That life ***** and isn't fair
But you're stuck on the objective to compare
If you want your hands through his or my hair
Swimming in the shallow of demise
I simply know it's not wise
But it's different when you realize
That your tainted feelings are real
I'll use this drink to soothe how I feel
I know it's the last time I'll kneel
To help someone that saw me as a meal
  Sep 2017 Lauren Leal
Daniel Samuelson
So this is how the dreamer dies,
like awakening---
a vague and fading
recollection of the yesteryears and
the sleep sinks around the backside of the eyes
where it haunts the mind in
mirror images.
The vividity of living fades to grey and
all is calm, all is
monochromatic.
And so the dreamer dies, like falling back asleep.
  Sep 2017 Lauren Leal
Eleanor Rigby
he wrote about
her and
made her
immortal.


-- Eleanor
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
God be mad that I'm disappointed
That it was you I appointed
To receive all of my guidance
Like that last dance
Anger in each step made
In the fantasy of other men to be laid
In one ear and right out the other
Chances? Really, another?
We'll see what you really are in time
If you are reborn or stuck in grime
That you secretly created
To help you seem so sated
But I know I am real
But there was a gap in the deal
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
Here I sip my amaretto
Sifting through what to let go
Listening to another indie band
Drink my drink, we'll see where I land
Reinvent a whole new plan
Whoever it was holding my hand
Sometimes would distort to less than human
But I fall asleep to the siren song
I let the waves rock me along
Why did it go on so long
Tasted like chronic from a ****
But that's as far as it got
Encased in fears trust is what we forgot
Hmm.
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