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 Sep 2017 Nica Monet
Rebel Heart
There are parts of you that are slipping away
Through my fingertips as if you were sand
Yet pieces of you lay buried deep within
Your name still written across my hand

In the treasure chest locked within my heart
In the empty corners of my brain
Your vignettes fade in and out

In the emptiness locked flowing through my art
In the lost joy of the rain
Your silence makes my heart shout


I'm hanging on to what's not mine anymore
And you're doing the same with me
Yet neither of us refuses to let go
So we're stuck in this loop endlessly

Tell me, darling
What is it we're fighting for?
Or are we simply afraid to be alone?
But I won't ever be alone again you see
Not with the memories of you forever haunting me.
A resurrected piece from 2015 for all those who've loved and lost love ... thank you so much for all your support
 Sep 2017 Nica Monet
Art
Every time I close my eyes
I see a face,
clear and perfect. Yet

ever changing
like a memory
fading and morphing.

I don't know this face,
who they are or
where they're from.

Why they're in my head.

And at night, those
images morph themselves into dreams,
and I see her again;

her lost blurry eyes
in search of something
they can't find.

And then,
in a brief moment of clarity
they meet mine

and I somehow feel
found again, like a piece
of my soul has been given back.

Every time I try my hardest to hold on,
desperate to stay there with her,
scared of waking up lost.

Sometimes I think
she's just another lost
lonely soul

in search of
an old friend
who she's known forever.

Sometimes I think
she's out there
wandering the world

and that maybe
with some patience and luck
I'll meet her one day.
In thoughts and in dreams. Someone I don't know.

— The End —