my bed was 2 years too late for you but I pulled back the sheets anyway I turned back all the clocks and reverted to another day another way another place in time when you were nothing but mine I believed in meant to be but this isn't that this is black and its dark … Continue reading 20/10/2019
Author: thelifeanddeathoflove
Doncaster born and new to the scene, poetry and creative writing is my thing! currently working on my first book, a collection of diary entries compiled to create a narrative about Love! Lets see how it goes.
Dopey
Confiding in me sat in KFC, the woman he had been dating had been hot and cold for weeks now. It was late, he had been working as usual, I still remember the look in his eyes as they searched my face for answers. "just get rid of her and pull yourself together" I advised, … Continue reading Dopey
Who Needs Love Anyway…
shades on my eyes as I look to the sky so the dragonflies dont mock the bags that they hide yeah I didn't sleep much just an hour or two once id passed out from overthinking of you thinking of love and all that it brings the hours or screaming and breaking of things and … Continue reading Who Needs Love Anyway…
Knock’a’Window Fun
My eyes open, my mind racing. My lamp still on, I'd passed out again. 3AM. Silence, all I can hear is the pounding of my heart. Tap. Tap. Tap. No I wasn't dreaming, someone really was knocking on my bedroom window. I'm scared now, I slither over to my lamp and turn it off. Sat … Continue reading Knock’a’Window Fun
Own Two Feet
Coffee cup held to my lips My nails are painted black My eyes are gazing through the glass And no ones looking back Lana sings into my ears Of lovers lost and gone I can't help but to relate My tears fall to her song I have all but given up I cut another out … Continue reading Own Two Feet
where ya been?
It has been far too long, I know! Where have I been? I'm really not sure apart from all the wrong places looking at all the wrong faces as usual. Lately I've been busy making a fool of myself by forgetting my own mind and letting boys back in! By this point It is official … Continue reading where ya been?
CAKE
YOU PICK ME UP AND DROP ME LIKE CRUMBS FROM A CAKE AND I AM TASTY AND YOU KNOW IT SO I LEFT MYSELF TO BAKE AND I AM A FOOL FOR EVER HANDING YOU MY ASS ON A PLATE FORGETTING I AM A 12 COURSE MEAL WAS ALWAYS YOUR MISTAKE
