They creep up my arms, Like a greedy wildfire inching towards my wrists. Every day the fire grows bigger, Leaving ugly scars behind. Yet I feed the fire every day, Until all I see is red, red, everywhere. The fire grows hungry, So I must take up my blade and feed it again. The flames hide my sorrows and cover my fears, In exchange for never ending pain. But god, Do I love the pain.
Enjoy my first poem posted!! An ugly vent poem that I made in five minutes!!
Stuck in this train We're hours away From the memories we've yet to create Stars form to collide To expand And to die Here we are on this warm day
Do you wish to stay? Do you miss the train? Do you think we're made this way?
Time only moves and people are what changes You shouldn't hold on to something if it has already faded A form of writing can save you from all the emotions that you hated And for that we found each other through all those empty pages
Do you wish to stay? Do you miss his face? Do you think we're made this way?
I feel homesick Can't sleep My pain away I know you feel The same way
Empty pages We wrote Our mistakes Now i give it to you My friend
Who knows Maybe friendships Transcends through lifetimes I give you the back pages Of Star Trek
To a friend who shared a part of her soul into the back pages of my book, our poetries are written in the depths of my heart in which I will never forget.
You got my back You're there for me Protect me And I, you You won't let me hurt myself And I tame your anger We're there for each other You'll know if you let your guard down, And they still fight for you