Someday

Stifle a smile,

pretend for a day.

It could go on for a while,

you'd pull through someday.

Wrist

She painted her wrist, 

Her life was a mess. 

People knew her when she smiles, 

Her wrist reared red butterflies.

In lead

The sturdy floor held her little being,
She was gazing at something, 

something so utterly amazing;
but she never thought 

that seeing a thing so timid,
would slowly eat up 

her happy mind;


Something so amazing 

was a girl and a boy together,
they were cuddling and 

talking to each other,
and as gentle as she,

she was there to suffer;


Inside her mind 

was a long stoic riddle.
she hadn't known 

why seeing the one she loves 

treasure another 

made her stand in awe,
she deeply knew her heart 

would earn new scars, 

both stinging and raw;

She finally closed the window

and started to look at life 

from a different view,
where in dreams and hopes

pile up like books,

where she could start 

anew;


She vowed to never again 

hurt herself,
by pretending,
collecting burdens

up at a shelf;

Ahead of her is a road 

that'll make her life better,
a path where she learns 

as she suffers,
her hope never again to waver;


She has to keep her heart alive

and never inept,
se just needs to stay strong and 

fix her life,

make it weigh;


May she follow 

the light ahead of her,
so she'll no longer weep 

and eternally suffer.




(1/1/15 1:46 am)