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  Apr 2016 Thebrokengirl
naeuta
love*
   is but
    a simple word
      that feels the night
        go by
          and by the time
            it grows,
              it's gone -
                left
                  never
                  ­  to
                      survive.

i passed the time
  seeking
    wandering, round
      and round
        a dream
          and when the darkness caught me
            i seldom
              cared
                to scream.

i picked up all the lilies
  my fancies,
    gone
       and lost
         and gray
          i never saw past
           the illusion
            for
              it was all
                gone away.

i sought out heaven's seeking,
  speaking,
    i never thought i'd say
      the days, the ways
        to ever know
          how it feels
            for
              love
                to
          ­        slip
                    away.
  Apr 2016 Thebrokengirl
naeuta
goodnight, sleep tight
don't let the bed bugs bite
and if they do
then take your shoe
and knock them till they're black and blue.

goodnight, sleep tight;
carry me away with all your might
and when you do
I'll have good news
and I'll be pretty
dressed in blue
how maybe then
you'll love me, too.
perhaps I am just
a mere bird in flight
so if I may
or if I might
I wish, I wish
for things to be right
yet I am a mere child
filled with fright
who once believed
the world was bright.

goodnight
sleep tight
how I sang you to sleep that night
you looked so blue
in the morning dew
it wasn't a surprise
your life was through.
you rest among the flowers
all dressed in white
and I wished that I may
I wished that I might
but I never got
what I wished for that night.

goodnight, sleep tight
I gazed at the stars
and held you tight
and on that day
I didn't fight
for what I knew
no words could write.
I wished I may
I wished I might
maybe one day
I'll be a bird in flight,

I wished for may
I wished for might
yet all I could say
was goodnight.
wrote this when I was 12
so don't judge me
[iknowitswaytoolongimsorry]
Thebrokengirl Jul 2015
Its her birthday
She sits alone
If you take a glance at her eyes
You can tell she's empty
Engulfed with sadness
But if you greeted her
She would seem rather upbeat
You would never know
The meaning behind the scars you can't see
Thebrokengirl Jul 2015
You wonder what you see
But when you go to a flower garden
You pick the most beautiful flower
Certainly not the flower that is dying
When you walk past broken glass
You don't pick it up but you walk past it
And you dare wonder how I arrived to this place
Thebrokengirl May 2015
You look at her as;
Perfect
Flawless
Smart
But she is breaking into despair
It is written on her wrists in bright red
Your words transported onto her in bright ink
For it is too late
She has gone into the despair of her mind
Atlas as you reach your hand into the water
She has already been at the bottom since the beginning

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