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Dec 2014 · 369
Just Words
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
Those three words
Are rough,
Said too often,
Not said enough
I love you
Forever
I hate you
*And always
love
Dec 2014 · 855
Run Away, Baby
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
As she walked through town
She looked around
Only to realize
She was alone
Incased in her sadness
Looking for a way out
And by abandoning sadness
She would have nothing left
Dec 2014 · 699
Br(ok)en
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
What the hell is the matter?
Life's going,
It's good
Grades are my way
Go out? I could
My friends love me dearly
Be happy? I should
Not that simple, merely
Like verbose dialogue, streaming
I hear nothing outside
Except, in my head I hear screaming
Right left, right left
The day-to-day struggle
My tears block the view
Of the tasks I must juggle
Things are okay
And yet, they're not fine
The pain I am caused
Is nothing short of divine
Comedic indeed
Like Dante foretold
Hell's where we end up
Who knew, it'd be cold?
Dec 2014 · 524
Happiness In Flames
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
I'm happy we're together now,
But you're still to blame
Even more than before
You cause me great pain
If we don't talk, or don't smile
My heart feels so lost
I guess it's been a while
Maybe that's just the cost
Love is strong
And like fire,
It burns
Leaving scars
To the third degree
I love you,
But you pushed me too far
Dec 2014 · 8.9k
Coffee Shop
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
Eyes on the clock
Tick toc tick toc
Sipping a cup of coffee
Darker than the sky
Rain sliding down the windows
Pitter patter pitter patter
Watching people come in and out
Sitting at the table
"Order up!
Two Vanilla Blonde Roast Coffee's!"
Yelled a man,
But all I could hear was the music
Chiming around the room
And bouncing off the walls
Multiple conversations
I sat there
In that room
Writing stories
And Tales
Like no other had done
Such where the hero was the villain
Stories that could only be deciphered
By those who have felt the pain
Of the lonesome characters
That these stories depicted
Dec 2014 · 3.9k
Rain
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
The sun doesn't need to shine
Its rays don't need to glow
I'll be locked in my room anyway
Sitting at the window
Watching the clouds gather
The first drop hits the ground
Does it even matter?
Look,
It's starting to pour now
The drops crash down
And my window pane is soaked
The earth fades to a muddy brown
Where did the sun,
And the happiness go?
Dec 2014 · 400
You Let Go
Eleanor Sinclair Dec 2014
Now I look at the ocean
Deep, dark,
and transparent blue
I think how my soul
Longs and aches for you
A love I felt
One I grew to know
One you didn't care for
Then easily
Let go

— The End —