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 Jan 2015 Reemoatpeace
Carolin
Stamping his heart
with love and a kiss.
Signing his neck with
her tongue and a couple
of licks. Writing poetry
on his flesh with little
vampire bites. That's
how she writes down
her signature on the love
of her life's smooth
delicate coffee coloured
skin* ~
 Jan 2015 Reemoatpeace
WickedHope
Don't get my hopes up,
To let me fall.
Try to protect my feelings,
Like you care at all.
I hate a liar.
 Jan 2015 Reemoatpeace
WickedHope
Why do I let myself hope anymore,
When I already know what's in store?
**** me.
I'm tired
Tired of trying
Of being the nice girl
Of everyone calling me a sweetheart
Tired of always being the second choice
Of constantly having my life fall apart
Of having no one write me love poems
Tired of having nothing
Of never getting what I want
Of being so lonely
Of never getting what I deserve
Tired of feeling so **** sad
Of never getting the chance to be happy
Of thinking back to that knife
I'm so tired of being tired
I'm just tired of life



I don't wanna be tried
I thought you'd help me finally sleep
Now, my tiredness causes nightmares
And I've given up my chance at my dream
The girl that loved  so hard,
She ended up to be  broken
Yet so loving still
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