I went to bed hoping that she didn’t see the things that I did to myself. But I know she did. I know she did. She watched me ever so intently from the corner of her eye, When I stood in the mirror and we made eye contact, she looked away, For the brief moment…… Continue reading Self-Inflicted
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Little Me
I wish I could watch how my life’s journey began.From my making to when mum found out she had conceived me.All her cravings and the kicks I gave her.When she gave that final push and there I was.My humble beginnings.Innocent and harmless days.Then when I started crawling and making weird faces and funny noises. My…… Continue reading Little Me
Until Death
Now is now, with you.But until death do you realize my worth.Until death the scales fall from your eyes and suddenly I was good, holy and saintly.Here and now, no attention paid, arguably the monster in your nightmares.But until death, I will be the best thing that ever happened to you, an angel.The so called…… Continue reading Until Death
I lost my love to love ❤️
I lost my love to loveApparently my love was not enoughNot what she neededThough I gave my best.I lost my love to love;My arms couldn’t give her that kind of comfort.My eyes couldn’t make that connection.So I lost my love to love.She took away a piece of my heart.But that’s okay.Glad she is in a…… Continue reading I lost my love to love ❤️
STAY WITH ME
Stay with me on this side On this side you are safe from the worlds vile The clutch of sin and grave I will keep you safe Staying on my side Though the waters be troubled, In me you have an anchor Be still and know Stay with me, trust and obey. Not as a…… Continue reading STAY WITH ME
Quiet Library
Quiet library,Long itinerary,but I may leave before those who came before me, The loud silence calms me, The occasional muffled noises let me know this can’t be a cemeteryThe sound of the music coming from the earphones of the one next to me,A brief bout of laughter,Then silence again,The heavy set smell of the dust-collecting…… Continue reading Quiet Library
In The Dead Of The Night
in the dead of the night, when you’re holding your pillow a little tighter than usual, i hope you know, that you are beautiful, you’re strong and resilient, tough, the very recipient, of hate and criticism yet you rise, through the barriers of false hope and anxiety, making way for the others behind you, it’s…… Continue reading In The Dead Of The Night
Home(where the heart is)
You will always be home. When I have done it all I will come back to you and stay here until my last breathe. Promise me you will never change. They say home is where the heart is. I find that to be true. Memories of my early years, those I shared with you. This…… Continue reading Home(where the heart is)
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