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Nov 2019 · 597
Dont give up
Isabellamae Nov 2019
We must not give up
when the road has become rugged
there is so much more
to see
to feel
to taste
to hear
to smell
there is so much magic
waiting to be found
and troavaille.
The elegance of this world
is so much more
than the pain
that we feel within
Jun 2019 · 401
Usual
Isabellamae Jun 2019
The tears still come
but that's usual
The pain comes and goes
but that's normal
The suicide notes are gone
ripped up and torn
The blades have disappeared
The scars have faded
The sun has come out
from behind the clouds

Healing comes to us all
Jun 2019 · 306
I love you
Isabellamae Jun 2019
You're eyes
You're smile
You're heart
You're sweet kisses
You're arms
It all holds me steady
when I fall to pieces

-You're my saviour
Jun 2019 · 159
Rain drops
Isabellamae Jun 2019
I think I love the rain
the dust rises from the old road
I think I love the clouds
the silence inside the soft wind
I think I love music
strumming the red guitar
the rain plays a beat
on the clear window
So I wrote a song
about how I love the rain.
Apr 2019 · 231
Deep down in my core.
Isabellamae Apr 2019
A dark sentiment
in my empty soul
gives me unlighted conceptions
Standing in a crowd of people
is my heart sitting shady
I wonder why
and in the cold comfortable night
is where is feel home
Alone
and I smile.
Mar 2019 · 596
A cute simple poem
Isabellamae Mar 2019
I need coffee
like the grass needs the rain.
I need coffee
I'm going really insane.
I need coffee.
like a book needs its words
I need coffee
like the sky needs the birds.
I need coffee:)

-relatable
Feb 2019 · 220
Lie
Isabellamae Feb 2019
Lie
You're
lies,
they
are all
covered
in
"I love you's"


- Me, absquatulate.
Feb 2019 · 336
A friend.
Isabellamae Feb 2019
Lets look
at the clouds
and paint
pictures
with our
fingers
in the charming
blue sky
while we laugh
and cry
on our
childhood memories.
Feb 2019 · 206
falling
Isabellamae Feb 2019
She fell bravely,
swiftly,
to the untold
like a rose pedal
letting go
of her thorns
and let the wind
blow her
wherever it carried her.
Feb 2019 · 272
Go away..
Isabellamae Feb 2019
My sleepy eyes
they almost become two full pools
when I see you
My heart, rends.
And when the cockcrow hits
I cry
at the memory.
Feb 2019 · 357
you,
Isabellamae Feb 2019
My mind doesn't have to ponder
of all the beautiful things you do.
I keep you in a special place
far from the surface
deeper then, the eyes of mine.

You paint a picture in my head
a deep blue ocean
that I cannot get out of.

You,
both fire and ice.
Feb 2019 · 409
The strong.
Isabellamae Feb 2019
don't worry,
for flowers
will grow
in the cracks
of where
your beautiful
heart
was once
broken.

the sunshine will come


-healing is beauty

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