Nora Grace

Nora Grace May 2013

There's no one in this world
That I want more than you.
You're always stuck in the back of my mind,
Emerging as I lay my head down to sleep.
My heart aches when I think of you,
Of your smile,
Your laugh.
Only 3 words have ever been spoken between us,
And my thirst to know you is unquenchable.
Sometimes I'll look at you and wonder,
Is it possible to love someone you've never meant?

Nora Grace May 2013

Lost

I still remember each time you told me you loved me,
just as I recall every touch.
I remember your eyes;
Happy,
Sad,
Angry,
Confused.
I remember what we had,
And everything we lost.

Nora Grace May 2013

Her Sadness

She hides behind a fake smile,
pretending everything is fine.
But when she's alone at night,
sitting in her room,
her thoughts are as dark as shadows.
She aches for happiness,
but doesn't remember how to be anything
but sad.

Nora Grace May 2013

A Dull Comparison

And she painted her skies gray,
because everything else was dull
in comparison
to him.

Nora Grace May 2013

Fingerprints

If today is the last time I see you,
I hope I left fingerprints
on your heart.

Nora Grace May 2013

The Cemetery

We're all just wandering ghosts,
weaving our way through the walls of our hearts
and the doorways of our mind,
trying to find the remains of our shattered dreams
and lost hopes.
Well some dreams can sewn back together
with the needle of our spirits,
others are already buried and dead
in the cemetery of our souls.

Nora Grace May 2013

Insanity

Maybe I am crazy;
maybe the things I think,
the things I feel,
aren't thought or felt by others.
Maybe I'm a different species,
an alien from a distant frame of mind.
Why do these walls close in on me?
why can't I hear myself scream?
Why do I find death to be a solace,
a hope when it all gets to be too much?
Why do I love people who never love me back?
When will I break?
When will I fall?

As you can probably tell, this poem is kind of scattered and all over the place. I made it this way because it reminded me of the way a person's mind works; how we can think of something one second, and shift over to something else immediately after. I thought about what an insane person feels, whether or not they know or realize that they're insane, and if they do, when it will end.

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