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Gabby Apr 2018
She was the one who said yes
When everyone kept saying no
She was the one who asked questions
When everyone kept silent

She was the one who whent left
When everyone was walking right
She was the one who touched the sky
When everyone one was kissing ground

I was the one who got insipired
By curiousity and interest of hers
I was the one who followed
Through her open doors

Where everything is alive
Where everything is alright
Where screams are right
Where curiousities live

Away from dusty boxes
Of already forgoten people
Who didnt think or feel
That there is another way

She was only one sane in this world
Of plain things surrounded by coldness
Without her I would be lost in numbness
Dying slowly or already gone

She gave me answers
To questions I didnt know that exist
She showed me colors
That nobody sees

Maybe she just got me insane?
Gloom Sep 2015
Let me look into your eyes,
Tell what I feel for you inside.
I'm sincere, I'll tell you no lie.
These feelings, I just couldn't hide.

Let me take your hand,
Bring you to another land.
Where it's just you and me,
contented, insipired, and happy.

If you could just let me,
Eveything will be in harmony.
"Yes," is all I want to hear from you.
Wouldn't want to hear "no" 'cause I don't wanna lose you.
Nellie 55 Feb 2020
Let's let my words play
I'm on one today
Don't want recognition
I start the day by turning my ignition
Music loud
Insipired now
I can write about any topic tossed at me
Conversations with my journals to help mentally
I've gone solo
Never had help though
Always on my own
Searching for home
About to request a loan
Ask me about the writing sesh
No therapy needed it'd be a new debt
Walking own water
Not literally it's winter
Frozen cold
Anxiety got old
I'm play with some metaphors and hope I learn
Wished I payed more attention in class
Mocked my old notes because my lyrics didn't last
I love how dramatic I use to be
Back when I was phenomenal in poetry
Little solo
Little cold
More angry
More empty
Let's let my words go crazy
Because no body knows what it's like to be truly sane

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