Biography of Dannielle Smedley
Hi! My name's Dannielle, and I'm a 15 year old girl who has loved writing since I was 6 years old. Just a few months ago I wrote my first ever poem, and I then continued to write more. I usually would write stories, but poems are just so beautiful too! If you would all take a look at my poems I'd be truly grateful! (:
Dannielle Smedley Poems
An Unbearable Touch Of Pain
Her mind is like a hurricane, Her heart is broken glass, It will never be the same. With a sore inside the soul,
Tell Me You Love Me
My heart is on the floor I cannot feel a single thing No more.
Look Into The Mirror
Look into the mirror, tell me what you see. Look into the mirror, tell yourself you're beautiful, And that you always will be. Look into the mirror and love your reflection,
His Love For Her
The way he looks at her is so sweet. She's a girl, he definitely wants to keep. The way he talks about her tells me, That he wants them to last forever,
He was depressed, So was she, She tried to help him, He tried to help her,
My Love For You Just Isn'T Enough
My love for you is as boundless as the sea, My love for you is what’s weakening me. My love for you is like a river, So wild and blue.
Don’t fight fire with fire, Show her your love, Show her that she’s your sweetest desire.
So Much Pain
There’s so much terror in her eyes, She can’t help but to cry, Her head is spinning; she knows she’s losing this battle, not winning. She stares at her reflection in the mirror as she softly whispers
You’re my angel; An angel that no one can see, An angel, that is here with me.
What They Don'T Tell Us
They always say 'build a bridge and get over it' Whenever we're down, When we can't even pick ourselves up, From off the ground.
Have you ever noticed Seasons represent our life? Spring is when we're born, Our first breath of air,
A Crazy World
It’s a crazy world we live in, The darkness, The cold, It’s so brutal.
I was always so sad, I was always so mad, I thought that this was the end, That I had no friends.
So Much Pain
There’s so much terror in her eyes,
She can’t help but to cry,
Her head is spinning; she knows she’s losing this battle, not winning.
She stares at her reflection in the mirror as she softly whispers
“I want to kill her”
So much pain, running through her veins,
Her whole life was going to fade,
As she picked up the razor blade,
The thoughts in her head told her she’s better off dead,