Bullet drives through my skin in slow motion slowly piercing in Bullet zooming through the air driving into my skin thats how i'm feeling when you keep on lying to my face.
Pick me up in the pieces you left me in, collect my soul out of the wheelybin. Dust me off and let me in, its been awhile so lets begin. Strip Me Down and Fuck me in. Off goes the bra, the clothes, I'm in. My hearts been racing since the Chinese … Continue reading #3 Pick Me Up
I gave my voice away in hope that you'll make it out I gave my voice away because I want you to live and I want you to make it if one day I dont I want you to know that I gave my voice away to bring about other voices to help the echo … Continue reading I gave my voice away
Mother handed plastic crutches to get out of the hospital For it is her turn to be free even if her lack of ability to walk is questionable New baby is fine and healthy so she must be let go Her bed made readily available With crisp hard cotton sheets reapplied Maternity ward must free … Continue reading Mother
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Even when you are alone you are never really alone, I swear. I know its not easy and sometimes unfair, But I promise even when you feel alone, you aren't alone, because I am here.
nostalgic walls and nostalgic floors clothes cars worn shoes music feel touch nostalgic .
there are many things wrong with me and some may say im childish but really im just starving in the memories of places and things I have not had chance to see and be in.
He liked me as I was and that was extra special, He cared for me for who I was and that was something special, He didn’t even get that cross and that was really special, Or maybe I am lost and that should have all been, normal. Now he is just some ghost a person … Continue reading Special, not so special
I dont know what your mad for, but I wish I did. I wish I could make it better, but only you can do that, who is there for me? If I keep fixing these walls, my therapist he disagrees, She never puts it in to words quite simply, If I could work out the … Continue reading A different rut…
what if I want to strut in my kitchen with no clothes those things called 'bras' surely its my right its my choice to feel sexy and what if I want to wear make up, why cant it be worn for myself? why do you think my looks are for everyone else?
Lets live like we have expensive cars and large tables where there are banquets of food lets live like we are rich and famous splashing cash no longer dangerous lets not worry about the electric bill for once and fuck the TV licence see my smile sparkle teeth priceless.