I wanna write you something
Something to make you smile
I've tried a thousand times
This might take a while....
How can I express
The feeling I get
When your arms are around me
And you grace me with a kiss?
Butterflies are beautiful
And they flutter through my heart
Then they rest peacefully
Whenever we're apart
I hope that when you see this
You realize I blush
When I think of explaining
That little rush
The jolt you give me
Like lightening to a storm
When your lips touch mine
And my body gets warm
I feel like a child
A silly little girl
When I write down these things
And introduce them to the world
But I can't help myself
When I'm si
i do not understand why no one helps us
we are hurting
we are being hurt
we cry out for help
for mercy
but no one comes to our aid
there are so many people who could intervene
but they choose themeslves
instead of others
our bodies carry our pain like war scars
our tears are shed without evidence that they were ever there
we are always there whether you see us or not
we are always waiting for that one person who will
look at us and finally see us
instead of looking through us
or averting their eyes
they pretend we do not exist
that were not worth their time
or their help
and i guess we are not worth it
when so many pe
Sometimes. I Am. by Dalyla-Imaginarium, literature
Literature
Sometimes. I Am.
I am Lexa. But I am also Nicole and Virjinie. As well as Carter.
Sometimes I am alone and sometimes I am surrounded.
I am always broken and yet complete.
Sometimes I am free but sometimes I am bound.
I am like you but still different.
Sometimes I am innocent but sometimes I am tainted.
I am sturdy yet fragile.
People hurt me and sometimes I react but sometimes I sit still as if nothing happened.
I shed a river of tears but my face is still bone-dry.
My endless screams echo throughout the room yet not a sound is heard.
Words and stories fill me to the brim but nothing passes my lips.
My body is alive yet inside I feel like a walking