stephanie burrows

stephanie burrows Aug 2018

Everynight I lay in bed.
Feeling empty feeling numb.
I just don't know what to feel anymore.

Feeling like a wandering broken soul.
Searching for that feeling once felt.
Finding nothing.

Happiness turns to sadness.
Love turns to hate.
Anger grows more everyday.

Been down so many times.
I am not sure that I want to get back up.
Asking my self what's the point.

Trying to keep a dying heart alive.
Lost in the darkness of my own mind.
Feeling a pain that's just too much.

Can't sleep can't think can't breath.
Listening as the clock ticks away
So slowly.

Longing to just go and do my own thing.
None looking over my shoulder.
I dream of being free from this pain.

I wrote this after having a really bad day sometimes having someone being over protective of you does you the most damage they never realise what it is they are doing

stephanie burrows Aug 2018

Always something

There's always something

Behind the I am
only joking

Knowledge behind the
The I don't know

Emotions behind the
I don't care

And pain behind the I am okay

I wrote this because sometimes you just have to look beyond the smile and you will see the truth

stephanie burrows Aug 2018

not fake.

You have to plan before you do it.
Believe everything question nothing.
Wear all the right cloths.

Look perfect and be perfect everyday.
Wearing a mask to hide the real you.
Never caring about who your hurting.

They always tell me i am not enough.
The difference is i am happy as i am.
I love the skin i am in.

I am real not fake.
I wear no mask.
I have nothing to hide.

I wrote this because society is putting us all under so much pressure to be something we are not, act a certain way plus I was feeling angry at the time.

stephanie burrows Aug 2018

sonnet 1

Loves gentle kiss loves tender touch.
Let soft lips do what gentle hands do.
Carries out on waves of strong emotions.
A venomous kiss I long to taste, letting
The venom stay deep in my veins.
Bring the darkness of the night so I can
Get lost in dreams of what could be.
Can't deny what burns deep in my heart.
William wordsworth saw a host of golden daffodils', William Shakespeare was trying to compare someone to a summers day, Robert burns love was like a red red rose.
Yet I feel something words can't explain.
If this is love I prey it will last.

I got this idea for a sonnet while I was reading a book that had a little rhyme in and this poem was born

stephanie burrows Aug 2018

not waving

Some days I feel everything.
Other days I feel so empty inside.
Counting all the fakes smiles.
Watching the fake kindness on show.
There's always two sides to one story.
The truth will always be twisted.
Plant the seed of doubt and watch it grow.
Surrounded by people who love being negative.
While all the time I wasn't waving I was drowning.

I wrote this because sometimes I feel so much it gets overwhelming

stephanie burrows Jul 2018

the heart

How can anyone promise forever?,
When love can change without warning.
The heart is a fragile thing.

stephanie burrows Jul 2018

Night time thoughts

It's time to move on.
Let the past die.
Allow old wounds to heal.
Take a step into the unknown.

Starting to build a new life.
Feeling scared.
But it's okay to be scared.
Everyone makes mistakes right?.

Lying awake in the darkness.
A mind full of thoughts.
Another sleepless night of wondering,
Where to take this broken life