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Forgetting your face
Is easy; forgetting your name
Is simple; but you,
And what you turned me into,
Will not leave my memory.
There are words inside
Trying to be silent here—
Sneaking past my lips,
They make themselves known loudly,
Reddening my cheeks and ears.
D5
It bothers me so:
My voice cannot reach that high.
I want to awe them,
But I can barely reach D;
So don't laugh now when I squeak.
They always tell me,
Blood is thicker than water:
But the salt in me
Is the salt of the great sea
Tied of ropes thicker than blood.
It's that cold, small lump
Lying in my stomach here
Keeping me away.
I wish I had the guts to
I wish I had bravery.
You were a dagger
Plunged to the depths of my soul,
Numbing me since then;
The rest of the sharp arrows
That found their mark are painless.
Fire burns in my veins,
Uncontrollable, flaming;
And won't let me be.
I don't understand myself
When the fire burns inside me.
Afraid to open
And to be vulnerable;
To let you inside
And to let you feel my hands
They're so cold; I long to *feel.
To you, my life is,
Or it is not, you aren't sure;
You really don't know.
So what am I really like?
And honestly, do you care?
Inspirational;
Death-defying, breath-giving
The choicest of songs
Singing in my chest, alive
And just trying to be heard.
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