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Marte Lindholm May 2017
The heart is aching
when you break it

The heart is beating
faster when I see you

The heart is hurting
a lot when you leave

The heart is screaming
out for help

The heart is crying
when I'm alone

The heart is craving
your sweet, sweet love

The heart is yelling
please come back

The heart is loving
you to the moon and back

The heart is missing
the memories we have

The heart is living
when I am with you

The heart is dying
now that you're gone
Heartbroken
Marte Lindholm May 2017
If everything goes to hell
Just remember that this isn't the first time
Nor the last
That's what life does to you
It gives you hell
And what should you do?
Give it back
Marte Lindholm Mar 2017
I promise more than I can keep
Please don't judge me for that
You make me so happy
Well, at least that's what I say
I guess I am happy
But still when I am left alone
The thoughts get back
And I feel sadder than before
Because I think I should be happy
I am broken. Or what?
Marte Lindholm Mar 2017
After a long time
With sadness and crying,
Finally the sun started
To shine again

The songs went
From sad to happy
And so did the mood,
Thoughts and feelings

A new love,
A new hope.
I am afraid,
But curious as well

Finally things seem
To make sense again
And it is impossible
To see how this ever can end

But with the experience
Earlier made I know
That even the best
Can turn into the worst

Hey, let's enjoy it
When I still can
This can be different
This can be good
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
I am not the girl
Who the boys
Buy flowers to
Or love endlessly

I am not the girl
Who the girls
Want to be
Or be with

I am the girl
Who writes sad
Poems and listens
To music late a.m.
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Have you ever
loved someone so much
but lost them
way too soon?

You were supposed
to grow old together
but you ended up
growing old alone.

On your deathbed
you were given one last wish
"The moon" you said
Why did you say so?

If you could only
go back in time
and find out why,
why the moon.

It was her, it was always her
Your beloved wife
If you ever were apart
You'd go to the moon

That's why, you see, no cliché
"I love you to the moon and back"
no, let's go there together
to the moon, you and I.
Inspired by the most amazing game ever, To the Moon.
Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
She gave you bruises
Bruises that won't heal
But you don't blame her
Because you loved her so much

So everytime you feel sad and
Miss her more than ever
You begin to scratch them up
And watch them bleed

Just to feel the pain again
The pain feels so real
That's exactly what you want
Feelings that are real
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