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 Sep 2013 Shauna
Sujesh Mathema
Well I've decided what's gone is gone
Yeah I've gotta move on
There are boundaries no more cause
You ain't holding me anymore

You used to say you loved me
But I guess that was just not meant to be
Well I've decided to let you go
A bird has to fly, and fly far away

If you meant all the things you said
Then why did you leave me so alone
I once thought what we had was love
And yeah you managed to prove me wrong

Well I've decided what's gone is gone
Yeah I've gotta move on
There are boundaries no more cause
You ain't holding me nomore

Well I've decided to give you room
Where you can fall down and sleep and
See your reflections too, How does it feel
To swim in your own tears to
Fall back and lie down and cry your heart
Stay down and fall back and don't come back


Yeah there's so much that we had been through
Hence so many pieces that remind me of you
Well now I know how to swim in my own tears
Let's hope not to drown deep inside
 Nov 2012 Shauna
Michelle S
She sits surrounded by others
Mouths full and conversation abound
To her they are but so many empty faces
Just like their plates
And her heart
And the smile
Plastered as she empties her glass.
 Aug 2012 Shauna
Michelle
Eating habits that resemble that of a bird
I don’t want to touch you   I fear you will break
That girl. She’s anorexic. Haven’t you heard?
Throw some sparkles and clothes that resemble draperies. Quite the model she would make.

Whispers waiver between the walls of weight and withering away
Strut your stuff, Walk the walk
Break a leg! Don’t worry. It’s jealousy they say.
Words of concern, gossip, rumors, backstabbing..it’s all just talk.

Thin as a rail glancing down at the scale
Feed me numbers of perfection
Strung out on diet pills and caffeine-not the ideal fairy tale
Cries of control and misdirection from my flawed reflection

I am me, one of a kind, beautiful they say. Just look in the mirror.
Loosing this fight tear after tear, year after year.
 Aug 2012 Shauna
Caroline Grace
You said you'd come to tea
so I made a cake
chocolate sweet; maraschino filled;
girdled with a satin blue ribbon;
set out the prettiest plates;
hand painted with forget-me-nots.
And from the darkest corner of a drawer
found a single candle to celebrate the day.
I'd understand if you had 'phoned,
but now the chocolate lends a bitter taste
and even the despairing posies have given up all hope
as the candle's flame flickers my ever waiting shadow.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2010

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