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never look to be clothed
by the one who sat there
and watched you freeze
-s
 Dec 2016 LS Martin
Just Me R
HOLLOW
 Dec 2016 LS Martin
Just Me R
Hollow EYES see nothing
A hollow HEART stops beating
A hollow SOUL is unfilled
A hollow BEING is dead
 Dec 2016 LS Martin
SabreLi
One more day
I'd give a life, an age, I'd pay
To see you again
In your prime, so much potential,
Such a shame you ran out of time
Without a real goodbye
Without the answers
I can't move on…
It's too hard
Why?

There's a heart within the stone,
Beneath the layers of rock, a soul
What people saw wasn't you
You just found it hard to break through
I understand
But now I'm left with empty hands
I thought you'd be here to guide me
Now I'm left without you beside me

The only one
Who understood me, stood by me
Through the thick and thin
When patience wore thin, you were there,
You cared, without you I'm scared
I hate to admit it
I feel so human
So vulnerable
Susceptible
Why?

Those tears were bound to erode
That face, that beautiful mask of gold
What people saw wasn't you
You found it so hard to break through
Your mask made good your escape
One of many in the masquerade
You thought she'd be there to hide you
But didn't you know she was behind you
The whole time

There's a heart within the stone,
Beneath the layers of rock, a soul
What people saw wasn't you
You just found it hard to break through
I understand
But now I'm left with empty hands
I thought you'd be here to guide me
Now I'm left without you beside me

Copyright © 2008-2017 KF
Written about loss.
my ego so easily constructs
     a fantasy
in which you, my favorite reader,
       t
           r
       i
           p
over my words and fall into
a wonderland
     with me

a single small s  p  a  c  e
between the blackness of
     these letters
and you fall into my fantasy
where we relish in
     our fetters

we forget to climb back out
as the passion starts
     to mount

we lose our minds with pleasure
hands and mouths
     d      i
           s      c
                 o      v
                       e     r
                             hidden treasure

the words that you pour out
my own that you soak up
leave us beggingpleadingscreaming
till our keyboards
light back up
I'm missing something.
I'm missing a lot of things.
I'm missing the point
I'm missing my high school years
I'm missing the light
I'm missing the spring

What's wrong with my head?
What's wrong?
 Dec 2016 LS Martin
lynn karen
She started on her bottle
One cold and lonely day
To help forget her worries
And to pass some time away
She didn’t stop to realise
Because she felt so glum
As the demon in the bottle
It’s power had just begun!

It gave her false security
By making her feel strong
Then hypnotised her loneliness
To make her feel belonged
At first she used it for some rest
A glass or maybe two
But the Demon in the bottle
Needed more to help it through!

With time it took her deep inside
Until she couldn’t breathe
And put a curse upon her mind
So she could never leave
Destroying first her being
And then her dignity
So she drowned inside a bottle
As that’s where she’d rather be!


© by LynnKaren
It was so hard growing up with an Alcoholic Mother but we all have our crosses to bear. R.I.P Mum xoxoxo
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