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Marte Lindholm May 2017
You became everything you promised to never be
And I became sadder than ever before
I guess that's life
Marte Lindholm May 2017
My dear, my love

This one is for you
And no one else
I am sincerely sorry
I could not be
The perfect partner
Or give you
Exactly what you wanted
I tried my best
I really did
But I guess I will
Never be good enough
For anyone
Neither myself
So this is my farewell
I wish you the best
Of luck in life
A life without
Me

Best regards
02.15 am and my soul is crying
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.
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