I have tried to forget you, For so long now. The shadow of you in everywhere I go, Is becoming too much. I have tried to go on without you, But life doesn’t feel the same, Because you were supposed to be in it. No matter how many times, I tell myself I’m done, I … More I have tried to forget you
Because you have never been right… You left and all I thought, Every single f*cking night, Was how difficult I must have been. How much I must have messed with you, For you to leave so easily. For months, I was bruised and battered, Every single piece of us scattered, As if I had never … More Left
Maybe that’s why I get hurt. … More Sometimes (Spoken Word).
I was prepared to be your biggest fan. I had the World in my hand, and I was ready to give it to you. My heart had never felt so full, the world was no longer so dull. My sight in technicolour. I could have been your biggest fan, but it was never enough for … More For the One who I would have given the World. (Spoken Word)
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I’m sorry, I let you down… … More I’m sorry, I let you down (I let you drown) (Spoken Word)
I see bees, working in the hive, grateful for their lives, thanking God that they’re alive. Bees, buzzing in the breeze, making most of the day, dodging all the leaves, but taking time to pray. Even though the day before, they lost so many, they refuse to give in, still work to earn … More Bees.
And that’s fine. I have always felt like I don’t have many friends. I’ve never been popular, I’ve never been one of the people who knows everyone. I just felt bad for not having as many friends as other people. However, as I’ve reached the ripe old age of almost 21 (lets take note of … More You will Constantly lose people from your life…
I am wearing armour. My cheekbones shine, my eyeliner is a sharp as it comes. I am wearing armour. I’m ready to fight the world, I curled my eyelashes at least 5 times today. They’re as stiff as clay. I am wearing make up so ‘fleeky’ the girls call me a hoe, the boys think … More False Eyelash
Call me haunted, say that I used to flaunt it so much that I didn’t even know I had it. I call it my secret, for me to know, for my friends to keep, for my lover to sew into my skin. It lies so deep below, it appears every now and then, I tell … More I am Haunted (Spoken Word).