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Two decades and two years have been passed
There is more to come

It is not always a rainbow
Sometimes it’s hard looking forward to tomorrow

I’m a failure as a daughter
Not to mention as well as a lover
Being kind never been my strength
Being gentle never been my true nature
I took the bullets but I couldn’t get the wolf trust

But, the pain I gain,
The tears I shed
The heart that shreded
I took the responsibility for it
All glued back now

Hardship never means to be easy
To live, never is
It creates you a shield to face the rest of the world
I may a useless and failure daughter
But I’m one hella though fighter

To the heart that keeps beating
To the soul that keeps sane
To the mind that keep in peace
22 years down, more to go
I make a present for my self
Wayward Oct 2018
I look into the mirror, admiring what I see,
Oh the soft curves, there's no one else I'd rather be,
Is she a queen or is she a slave?
Who is the girl that I see in front of me?

Now I see a woman, independent and sweet.
A respected wife and a loving mother of three.
Is she really content or is she just compromised?
Who is the woman I see in front of me?

As time goes by, so does my age,
I hate what I see, we're no longer on the same page,
All these liars praise my non-existent youth,
But oh the mirror shows me the truth.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Why are you the cruelest of them all?
Show me the day that I once believed,
That I was the prettiest maiden that ever lived.
Beauty and vanity is such an unexplored concept. We spend hours admiring or hating ourselves. It takes a certain level of maturity to love yourself and accept what you are. Much love xoxo
Hannah Draycott Sep 2018
Because although you never touched me with the same delicacy.
You still touched me, a sign that I still exist.

I've been thinking, a dangerous past time, you are quite convenient, I almost can't tell the difference,
if I close my eyes it's similar to kissing him, just not as tender. Our lips crash together whereas, his lips, they walk from my shoulder up to my neck, across my cheek until by chance they find themselves right in front of my own.

I can't ******* though, it's the one thing you can't get right. Not that I can ask you to be like him, it's a bit rude innit?
And I especially can't ask you to talk like him, you can't do the accent anyways. That, and you're not as sweet with your words.
My point is,
                                    You are not the answer.

I want someone to love and be loved like that but I'm me and guys like that don't exist or

                                          I'm afraid they wouldn't love me.
nish Aug 2018
you
you who are so strong
mentally and physically
the one who never wavers
who is always confident, secure

you who are ready to face
any given situation
or problem that is thrown at you
mature and relentless

you who are human
words affect you, hurt you

you who feels pain
sadness and sorrow

you who is crying
as your tears fall
upon these pages
remember

you are precious, loved and an inspiration

you who deserves the best and yet receives
the worst hand

this is for you, because in all that you are
i love you.
dedicated to bbg but he doesn’t know yet
this is for his ‘open when’ letters
Hope you enjoyed :)
raquezha Aug 2018
I am
the kind of love
that's been hurt before.

I am
the kind of love
that surpasses their previous one.

I am
the kind of love that
cares about everything
and not only about romance.

I am
the kind of love
that says "I can do this now".

I am
the kind of love
that takes you to places
but still holds you to the ground.

I am
The kind of love
that kids didn't know about.

You are
The kind of love
that I'm talking about.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
In this life, some flavours are guaranteed to go stale.
Just know, your taste will only evolve
when you do.
Learn from your mistakes and pick better in life. Always!
To those who read my 'Jasmine Pearls' poem, thank you so much!
I had a lot of fun (and stress) writing it, and all about tea, too!
Be back soon, loves!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
In most cases, some problems
can be solved by talking.
...Nuff said...
Willow Jul 2018
You took my childhood, you matured me too young.
I looked for you in other people, but I never found you.
You bruised and broke my heart.
My tiny little heart.
You made me want to die at the age of 8, you made me hate my body at the age of 10.
You made me attempt suicide at the age of 11.
You made me cut at the age of 12.
You made me anorexic at the age of 13.
You made me believe that I am worthless because even my father didn't love me.
You made me believe that I could and never would find love.
You made me believe that happiness was a joke.
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