sinderella

sinderella Oct 2013

sometimes i stand on the edge,
wishing i could feel my heart beating,
sometimes i would love to fall off a bridge,
in the hope you'd be the one rescuing.

there are not many reasons to hold on,
but you are definitely one of them,
you make me want to be strong,
you help me cope again and again.

sinderella Oct 2013

money can't buy love (10w)

money don't mean a thing,
when it comes to love.

sinderella Oct 2013

always within reach

unlike the moon and the sun,
we are always within reach,
friends through thick and thin,
we will always find a way to be close.

you were a precious find,
and i thank God every day,
for blessing me, being so kind,
constantly taking my breath away.

best of friends, through the worst,
joined together to experience the best,
beautiful memories, big and small,
the greatest blessing in my life,
true friendship conquers all.

© sinderella.

This is dedicated to a beautiful friend,
my soul sister in fact. She's going through a lot,
which makes her sad and I hope this makes her smile.
This girl, she is really a precious heart & soul,
so full of love and I hope that one day,
someone sees her as all that she is,
and treats her like a princess, no wait, queen.

Love you lisi. You are precious to me.

sinderella Oct 2013

will i ever pull through?

we're in this bitter battle
of broken feelings
that were only
trouble

i gave my life just
to see it burn
down to the ground
like a rotten house

honestly a matter of time
until i crumble and fall down
like a house of cards
i am unstable
because you are
what i call a devil
you're so cold
heart covered
in thick ice
how can you
breathe?

i still cannot believe
that we were once
on the same path

we had it all
but you let it
burn down
down, down
now my heart is frozen
from all the emptiness
broke me with time
perfect precision
like a knife you carve
right down on my heart
on my heart, my heart

i don't know where
or how to heal
from you
will I ever
pull through?

the oxygen
is very limited
vecause of you

(will i ever pull through?)

sinderella Oct 2013

recovering from the trauma

it hurts a little to be apart
but it's for the very best
we drove each other
to the arms of
someone else

we became what we never wanted to be

S T R A N G E R S

not even friends
just bitter ex lovers

we destroyed ourselves!
all for the sake of love
we gave a lot of
our fragile
minds
hearts
souls

love became a drug
it was a sick habit
and now we're at war
i am now a recovered addict
but the side effects
really ****** me up
they will affect me
for the rest of my life

now when i see your face
i feel a sense of disgust
it's like holding
a ***** needle
nothing but
endless problems
constant complications

R E C O V E R I N G

from the scars left
on my heart

from the thoughts
of love suicide

from the emotions
i always felt
before and after
our love died

luckily, i survived
the wrath of love
and addiction
which was so unkind
so unpleasant
so disgustingly
permanent

sinderella Oct 2013

fairytale came to life (10w)

fairytales were in books
until you appeared in my life

sinderella Oct 2013

passionate about his art

my boyfriend.

he's like the pen
to my notepad

the pie to
My cherry

the warmth
to my cold

the apple
to my eye

breathless when
he takes a pen
and draws on
my sensitive skin

he draws butterflies
outlines them
like tattoos
he makes art
seem so beautiful
his creative flair
is so full of ambition
how he traces prints
on my skin

so gentle yet I feel it
the love of my life
is such a passionate
artist