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Cíara McNamara Apr 2016
sometimes i find comfort in knowing
that every breath we take
is now stale.

that breath that was so
fresh within our lungs,
so life giving -

will turn to poison
if we hold it in -

and so we must breathe again.
Cíara McNamara Apr 2016
I find my dreams
      are slipping away
            from their usual crazy trance
                    

now my dreams are bittersweet
         echoing a wish so secret -
                  I dream for you, not me.
Cíara McNamara Apr 2016
he left my tongue twisted
     around the words I wanted to say
i felt my heart beating - no humming -
      as if it would fly away from my rib cage

had it not been tangled amongst the vines -
       that delicate web of doubt,
that tangled its way around my chest
        caused from past lovers, and that kind of distress.

with a humming heart -
        and shaking knees!
i was playing the role of the love-struck fool
         nothing to say, but a Cheshire-cat grin on my face -
Cíara McNamara Mar 2016
imagine if you loved yourself
                as much as you loved your friends
Cíara McNamara Mar 2016
after so many years
it is still to you I turn -
you have called me friend
through thick and thin


on hearing of a movie,
you know I'd love,
you call me straight away
and choose to be my date.


if things get rough
and I'm in a state
of emergency
your the one who's around to pick me up.


when a friend is needed
if "he's" been cruel,
once again,
it is you I'll always call -

you'll have wise words to say
to mend my aching heart,
adding crows feet to my face
from making me laugh.


all those years ago when it was you
I chose to love,
another girl had captured your heart.

I'm grateful of that decision
you made for us,
as you have grown to be my closest friend,
each others to who we'll always turn,
thus developing a life-long kind of love -
Cíara McNamara Feb 2016
Dear lonely girl,

why is it that you choose to cry
about once again not having a valentine?

why does a stupid date
fueled by cheap chocolate
and ****** cards
make your very core ache?

you don't even really like flowers,
why receive a gift of something
that's overpriced and already dead?

having a valentine
would just be another broken half,
of a stalemate love.

you don't need no Romeo,
you'll both only end up dead.

it's just another day lonely girl,
another day for you to be happy
that once again, you get to live.

Love, Me
(lonely girl)
Cíara McNamara Jan 2016
butterfly's wings
how they flutter in the light
they flutter in,
and flutter out -

they made me think of you -

as you flutter in,
and flutter out
of my life,
as you flicker through my mind,
thru my heart.

butterfly's wings
are the ghost of summers past.

or of love past?
of a soul who fluttered
from this life to the next.

and so I think of you,
as I remembered our life.

I hope you come back as a butterfly,
and not as a moth.
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