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ghostgirl Apr 2019
I could never be yours
and you could never be mine
It's not about possesing.
It's about letting them go.
Leaving them to blossom into butterflies.
ghostgirl Apr 2019
I almost forgot you
and then you showed up from nowhere.
Opened up the emotions I hid in neverland.
It's a fire that glowed up again.
It's rain that started falling down again.
It's the stars that lighted up again.
Now I can't forget you.
love you
ghostgirl Apr 2019
They say
love has no limits,
has no numbers,
has no colour.
It's sweet and loving,
it makes you happy.
Every person has a soul mate.
It's the right one
when you feel it
to the moon and back.
And yet,
they can't stand
two boys kissing
or
two girls holding hands.
ghostgirl Apr 2019
I froze when you came closer
and kissed me.
But it could never happen.
Cold as ice,
hard as stone,
born without a heart.
I can't recognize your love,
even tho everybody says they see it.
It's obvious.
It's true.
It's there.

You can force a robot to feel it.
It's just dark blank space.
ghostgirl Apr 2019
The wind had a disturbing vibe
Something messy was in the air
Why I haven't noticed it  sooner

Looking down from above
It's a feeling of the unknown
It's bigger than us and we don't even know
The end's near
Catching the stars but they are too far

Glass gaze of a coldhearted killer
Tears are shattering waterfalls
We ignored her when she just wanted to find the real home
Depression should die not her
She just wanted to survive in a broken world
Too late
She lost herself in eternity
ghostgirl Mar 2019
I'm hiding my tears,
smiling over the emotional storm
going on inside.
I have no hopes if I ever will be okay.
Blossom of tulips fell down from the above,
I layed on the flower bed and closed my eyes.
The wind rushed through ears and sang the calming song.
Butterfly gave me one last kiss on the cheeck.
After summer the winter came.
It was cold and dark.
As my broken soul.
ghostgirl Mar 2019
I need to stop comparing myself
to the prettier, skinnier girls.
I need to stop searching for excuses
cause meanwhile,
I could be looking for the answers.

Stop missing the opportunities and memories
because I'm too afraid.
Stop counting the likes and comments on social media,
pretending I am rich and famous.
Numbers don't define me.
Stop being sad, manipulative and possessive
in wish people who could only hurt me,
would notice me.


I should stop looking for
meaning
purpose
nirvana
outside.
It's already inside.
I just don't know it.

And at last
I should stop hating myself
Waking up my mistakes, my past every day
and start living.
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