Shaky hands
Restless hearts
Withdrawn girls on cold September nights
...
It hurts
Yet,
I'm addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Heart stopping
...
And I wonder if he ever thought
"Would my death be too much to bare? "
The ugly naked truth lies in front of us now
...
Just take the pills
You'll feel better
Yes I bet you, you will
Blue and Green hues, little orbs of artificial happiness
...
She danced one water
When she had a fix
Her mood climbed into the skies
Bouncing from cloud, to fluffy cloud
...
I write only about things that leave some sort of indentation. Everything I've ever written comes from an experience, or an extreme inspiration.)
September Girls
Shaky hands
Restless hearts
Withdrawn girls on cold September nights
Insecure about the world
Troubled with doubt
These girls are meteoroids
Seemingly burning bright stars
But truly they are falling from the sky
Not slow nor calm
No they are falling hard
From the heavens
These innocent girls coming down too fast
Burning and destroying themselves as they go
They hit the ground
The colossal holes they will leave on this Earth would ever be able to match the immensity of the holes in their hearts
Poor little September girls
I read several of your poems, Adrianna. Nicely written. Keep expressing yourself and cultivating your writing talents.