stephanie burrows

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

Love

His smile brought my walls down.
Craving for his touch.
Needing his kiss.
Lost in his eyes.
Feeling things words can't explain.
Desire burns like a wild fire.
Carried out on a tidel wave of emotions.
Higher than the moon.
His devine love stole my heart
His Love made me blind.

The inspiration for this poem come from watching a movie.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

a healed heart

My heart healed
When I learn to love and
Not hate.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

trying

Trying to hard.
Not trying hard enough.
Trying to write anything to ease the pain.
Trying to smile for a while.

Just looking for a place to call home.
So fed up of broken promise and lies.
Needing friend and a shoulder to lean on.
Hoping for some mindful sleep.

I am just trying to find the lost voice.
Trying to find the real me.
I not trying to fit into your world.
I am here to make my own world.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

Waiting

Brick by brick he pulled my wall down.
Mending a broken heart.
Breathing life into a lifeless body.
Sitting on the dark side with me when no one else would.
On borrowed time now it has run out.
As the night fades you left.
No good byes.
No kiss before you left.
Leaving only a rose behind.
You left me alone.
Now I am left waiting on you to come back.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

Behind the stars

Not easy to find forgotten dreams.
Remembering happy days.
Missing the conversations we had.
Wishing time could be turn back.
Feeling more lost and alone.
Worlds apart.
Gazing up at the stars.
Knowing that you are behind them.
Looking down on me from heaven.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

Why?

Hidden secrets.
Masks wore hiding two faces.
Acts put on the show has started.
The stories and lies get bigger.
Skeletons in the closet.
Why hide the past?.
Everyone has one good or bad.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

The real you

Drop the act.
End the show.
Forget the voice of reason.
Be the real you.

I found this poem in a poem that I was working on.

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