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November Rain May 2016
Dear father do you see my scars?
The ones that marked me all alone,
For all the nights I had no home.
Please find me somewhere else to hide.
On the way I bruised my faith,
Looks like it might stay that way.
Just bury me somewhere in your light.
For years I've prayed for her mistake,
Just to find love's come to late.
    Bring me back home.
    Make me your own.

Dear father am I still your child?
Or have a brought you more mistakes,
Then all the pain you plan to take
Please help me learn what I did wrong.
I know you've loved me all my life,
But my existence has crossed the line.
Just hold me until all light has gone.
Tonight you will close your eyes,
And you'll open them and realize
      I'll find my own.
      When death makes me a home.
November Rain Apr 2016
I talk to myself about things I've done,
About flowers, a child, two becoming one.
And the tears can't stop the road I'm on,
I'd stop for directions, but they're all wrong.
Watch it drain from their eyes,
Like winning nothing but a lifeless prize.
Once queen of the castle of the Empire we'd made
It fell down on us all with nothing to be saved.
For a second the flame was still there,
The tears fell down my cheeks into my hair.
Fear shook the boards and the place where under us both,
I tried to hold back without breaking the oath.
Now we lie in the sin that we are,
I forgot all the lines to playing my part.
Casualties of the people we have become
Wanting to taste the loss of coming undone.
November Rain Oct 2015
The winds they whisper everything,
But tell me nothing.
Every sense I still can't feel,
is hidden in the trees.

I can't get lost in mother earth
If she spit me from her womb.
A rebel born,
In a universe with no room.

The earth herself,
The sky so unknown.
With no history of man
Has made us her home.
Just saying, this was a challenge for me to write in under five minutes. Did it in three. **** on it.
You called me today
And said you had broke up with her
You asked me if I'd changed much
Yes I have
I'm not the weak girl you left
I'm not as trusting as I once was
Not as happy as I could be
I don't wish upon stars anymore
don't throw pennies in a well
You hurt me
Dear God you hurt me
And yet it was for the good
Because I don't need you anymore
And I'm more careful around wildflowers
So, yes dear, I've changed
And I'm the one hanging up this time
November Rain Oct 2015
Something in the air chokes,
Like iron fingers on my throat
Oxygen enough,
Once fun to breathe
But as the fingers tighten I see,
A little red haze
The sky gone ablaze
A fire deep inside my lungs
The last breath leaves
Wind like a tease
Watching as all comes undone.
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