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His arms is where I was taken
His smile was like my heaven
His innocent face in front of mine
That made him look like an Angel
His manly voice whenever he speaks
Sounds like a beautiful melody for me
His tallness was an advantage
He hugs me so tight
Like he won't let go of me
His presence was enough
To give me more courage
And to made me feel so contented
It was simply taken me back
Because that was all a memory
That make me still **Captivated
Perfection is his name.
She who cutted her wrist
And got scars
She who drink
Until she get drunk
She who doesn't care
But with herself
She who hurts anybody
But was so sorry
She who won't listen to anyone
But have regrets
She who feel pain
And hatred
She who seeks attention
And still searching
She who needs Love
Was *No One But I
Heard the crowd's noise
It made me cover my ears
Saw the people in pain
Make me wanna nurse them
Have a lot of thoughts
But not saying anything
Feel like drowning in my own tears
Yet there's no one to help
Wounded so deep
But they just shrugged it off
Nobody knows how it hurts
To see them like they don't care
When they really don't
Acting like blinds
Cause you're just so invisible to see
Hearing nothing from you
Oh please give me wings!
I just wanna escape and *fly away
She's pretty
While I'm not
She's lovable
And I'm not
She's adorable
Yeah, I'm not
She's wise
Sorry cause I'm not
She's incredible
Then still I'm not
Unbelievable, but true
I'm nothing **Compared to you
People have their differences so avoid comparing them.
Sometimes I am thinking
If do you ever think of me
While you're with her.
It's not my fault,
I didn't mean it,
If I belong with *REJECTS
 Jan 2016 Lianna Walters
Emily
I get high off of watching preconceived notions of self go up in flames
Off of knowing that my words were the spark
and the breaths between them the wind that fed the fire
Off of watching the phoenix rise from the ashy remnants of it’s former being
Off of my heartbeat echoed in the beating of its wings

Knowing that I wrote the song this new bird sings.
 Jan 2016 Lianna Walters
m i a
there were galaxies
in her eyes and every
time when she cried
the stars inside
of her eyes slowly
died.
<3
 Dec 2015 Lianna Walters
Lost
Falling*

                          That’s the sensation.

                                                     ­             You don’t feel the *pain

                                                          ­                            or hear a slowing heartbeat.

You see
lights,
pretty
little
fairy
lights.

You start to


remember


all of the

things
you
lost.
The
places
­ you
hid
and
how
to


escape.


You
want
it
to
just
                                                          ­ end.
Maybe
you’ll
finally
find
what
was
always
missing.
Maybe
you
won’t.
Maybe
you
will.
You
may
never
ever
know.




You have formed
a suicide pact
                                                            ­                          *for one.
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