Savannah Charlish

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

I could never tell if I was something special or not.
Until I picked up a pen,
That's when I knew;
I was every single poem...
Wrapped into one.

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

Insomniac

I watched one am turn into two am
And then three crept around the corner
That's when I knew I was a poet
Because poets are slaves to the night

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

Forgotten

Our beginning was beautiful as most beginnings are
We ended tragically as most soul mates do
And now we're just another broken mess of once was'
Another love story that ruined lives and yet, fell as dust among the earth

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

Sad

The worst part about sadness
Is it convinces you no one understands your pain
It makes you forget
That sadness is company everybody knows
Very deeply and all too well

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

That Look

I was spilling out words and brokenness I didn't even understand
I felt insecure and unsettled in measures that didn't have a way to be explained
And then I met your eyes
And I realized that I never had to be afraid again

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

Come Back

I drank too much and played too many sad songs and cried too hard
Just because I wanted you

As simple,
And complicated,
As that was

Savannah Charlish Aug 2015

Drunk

I'm not an alcoholic
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I'm a writer