Sunday, February 27, 2011

I Miss You...

To put it simply, I can’t forget you.
Your infectious laugh and the things you’d do.
The gentle way you smiled at me,
Like I was the only girl you’d ever see.
You were my first and truest love,
You lifted me to high above
The world we saw and that I hated,
To say I loved you is understated.
You were my best friend, you understood,
You held me close when no one else would.
When we kissed your lips were sweet,
My world finally felt complete.
But not for long, our love was lost,
My heart’s warmth soon became frost.
So before I sleep I say amen
And pray I’ll find true love again.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

This Isn't About You... After All, You Did Nothing, Right?

Cold and alone,
I lie in this place,
Try as I might,
I can't forget your face.

You simply don't care,
About bringing me strife,
You wouldn't bat an eye,
If I ended my life.

You continue to torture,
With the twisted words you speak,
Hard as I try,
My defences are weak.

It used to be different,
I used to feel good,
But that's in the past and I'm

There's no eye for an eye,
No tooth for a tooth,
Just the way you made me feel;
The plain and obvious truth.

I beg you to stop,
But you never think twice,
And it's for this reason,
My emotions pay the price.

Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide,
I'm scarred by the truth,
That you instantly denied.

I want it to stop,
I'm sick of your lies,
There's no end to this nightmare,
So tears fall from my eyes.

Don't keep it a secret
If you feel this way.
Tell someone you trust
And it will be ok.

Your troubles will end
You'll shed your unhappiness
If you put it out in the open

That's my promise.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Shakespeare Style...

Two girls, both alike in music tastes,
In fair Queensland, where we lay our scene,
From ancient oblivion break to new familiarity,
Where close friendship makes new friendships blossom.
From forth the clever minds of these two allies
A future band takes its form;
Whose excited, hopeful events,
Doth with its beginning bring a new sense of togetherness.
The interesting passage with an unknown end
And the continuance of their lyric writing,
Which, but their giving up, nought could remove,
Is now the many years (hopefully!) traffic of our lives;
The which if you with patient minds will attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A Prologue Of Sorts

Seeking a fresh start she started again
With a new way of speaking, in verse
The original intended to entertain,
The second is probably worse.

She writes of pain and suffering
More than happiness and joy
And often of the way she feels
About a certain boy.

She writes of life the way it is
In all her honesty
She writes not to entertain
But to describe the world she sees.

I hope, dear reader, you understand,
This blog is but a tool,
To guide through life the way it seems
In a world that is so cruel.