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Mi Jun 2015
Little girl don't you cry no more
Daddy's here, though it might not be for long
I was watching from above when I saw you crying
So I came right away to know how you're doing
My little girl
You are not alone

Don't spend your days by the window pane
Waiting for me
There's a great world out there
That I want you to see
I'll need you to trust daddy and
listen to me
Go and be free

I'll wait for you in your dreams
We'll both go back to how it used to be
I'll fight your wars with you beside me
You're my princess and I'm your king
I'll promise to give you everything but
When you wake up please be happy

Mama gave you life not to be hypnotized
By all that sadness that you keep inside
Soon enough you'll find that time
Can heal almost everything
Till then, I'm right by your side

Don't spend your days by the window pane
Waiting for me
Wipe them tears with my old worn tee
That mama keeps
So one more time I'm asking you to listen to me
Be happy

Love, daddy
Here's a song I wrote for a friend. I'll never understand what it actually means to lose someone close to me forever. But I do understand waiting for a certain person to come back home. while I still have a chance with waiting, she doesn't. However, this is written in the point of view of the missing person. How he would want her to live on w/o him around. Tell me what you think about it and how I can make it better ? (If you'd like) thanks for reading!!
  Jun 2015 Mi
Kerri
Glossy green waving in the wind
revealing a rainbow painting
and remarkable intrusions
like a plasma dream

A feathery grey is highlighted
with wisps of dusty orange
while a rain scented breeze grazes my body
like a fresh start

A silence is found
after the whispers of the storm
shooting through the atmosphere
like invisible arrows all around

Reminding us of Nature's power
as we soak in the quiet destruction
and the beautiful essence
that we can't help but feebly admire
  Jun 2015 Mi
Rachel
Daisies
Are quite like people
(or perhaps people are like daisies)

In full bloom in the light
But in the shade they hide away,
Wallowing in self pity.

Allowing themselves to be picked on
and trampled into a million pieces,
By letting people walk over them.

So pretty
Yet so humble,
Their beauty goes unnoticed, even by themselves.

Until one day someone treasures it
and falls hopelessly in love with the humble daisy,
Preferring it over the other daisies.

Then finally the daisy shrinks
to a tatty mess,
no longer young and beautiful-
Dead.
again this has little structure and was written when I was 15!
Mi Feb 2015
I'm blindfolded
As I play tug of war with you
Mi Jan 2015
Teach me how to love myself
The way you made me
Fall in love with your words
Mi Jan 2015
I'm a spoon and I'm a reflection of everything yet also nothing. I see the words you've said and I've bent in the anger you hid inside. I'm a spoon and I see the world more than you have discovered but here I am, a sad piece of metal junk going to another waste land.
What do you think about it?
Mi Jan 2015
And this song I sing
as the lights shine down on me
Never going to look at the crowd
Nor let time have it's way with me
Cause every time I rush for a bit
I try to run away from all of the things
But now
I'll just stop and sing this song
That's what I wanted all along
For this song, it's all for me
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