Edinburgh made me do it. It had been years since I had left home . . . Having a love for roaming alone, Walking along the cobblestones, An "old soul" reminiscing about long ago. The bow window and the park below, With trees of yellow, red and gold, The literature carved into the stone, The…
Everything happens for a reason, Just maybe not in the way we’ve been told. Sometimes life can be hard when we’re young, Yet easier as we grow old… When the happiest times were the bitterly cold nights and you could see your breath in the sky... But when that summer came around, you were inconsolable…
I am annoyed. I am angry. But am I allowed to be? Or is that too concerning, with the badge they have given me? I am trapped inside my own head and I don't know what to do. Too many unanswered questions that I can't construe. There isn't a day that goes by, everything doesn't…
The flower you picked has wilted, But it still stands in its vase, The photo has been bleached by the sun, But I can still make out your face. They tell me to throw them away, To try and start anew, But some days they make me smile, And others, I just miss you.
Don't tap against my windows Make as much noise as you can Drench me to my very core Let go weatherman. Blow before your lungs collapse Lift the roof from this home Tear up the concrete drive Break through the Thatchere'd stone. Take me away with you You can be my guide So kick down…
Your love felt deep red,warm, romantic and comforting.Your home shone silver,like the band of a diamond ring.Your eyes were a blue,that I wanted to dive into.And your lips were pink,soft, honest and true. But then the red began to burn,and the silver turned to grey,The blue, once so inviting,seemed cold and far away. The pink…
I'm moving away from your city, to start a life down by the sea,Where the air is clear, the birdsong is loud and my soul can wander free.If you are passing through and you see my home, I know that you'll be sure,When you see butterflies and chipped blue paint, upon my old front door.
Did you see me or did I see you? When we walked along the esplanade, I listened to you for hours on end, Until I no longer felt afraid. You never said a word, But you were the most beautiful sound and sight, As you peered into my soul and whispered, "Everything will be alright."
But the thing that she loved most of all that put her soul at ease, was the fragrant scent of lavender, floating through the breeze.
I painted my nails a shade of FebruaryIn the middle of the summer,I wore Friday evening on my lipsOn a Sunday afternoon. It took three hundred and twenty-three daysAnd I was back there in the end,To dance in nothing at allUnder the bright light of the moon.
