Biography of Emo Princess
Hi there. I'm Aishath Hamsa Riyaz and I'm from Maldives. 'Emo Princess' is just a username I'm using on this website. I'm 14 years old and I guess I really enjoy writing poetry. You see, they really speak to people. I mean the people out there reading the poems. Each and every word is true from the heart. Enjoy! !
Emo Princess Poems
I Learned To Be Strong
Words of wisdom came to my ears telling me what I know in my heart, but never wanted to hear
Will I Be Lost?
When you said I weren't good enough for you, I thought about being mean to you But then it struck me, I loved you And I cant regret the fact that I had loved you
I Miss You, Grandma
Alone I sat in the dark Not knowing what to do As she passed away Joys of my life buried with her
It All Happened For A Reason
So cruel, so unfair Never again want to see The face of world So unfair
Left With A Bittersweet Goodbye
I lay here with the silence And only you are in my view Covering me in your warm hands As I close my eyes to feel you
Why Can’t You Understand?
Tears streamed down my face Sobs escaped my throat Don’t you know you’re the only one Who can make me stop?
Never Wanted You To Know
All the time I see you with her Not knowing that I also care You’ve no idea how miserable I am For you are with her
At Peace I'Ll Leave
Held him so tight Never wanting to let go Wanting to make sure I still have time for you
Here I Love You
Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind distangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
Happened To Me
A dark cloud floats above me, everywhere I go No-one can see it, but I know it's there though
Saying goodbye is never easy It's the hardest thing to do But what hurts even more is not the chance to say it to you
I can't handle this pain anymore Each and every night I cry a river from my pain I wait to see if things will get better but they don't, they remain the same
Here I Love You
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind distangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
On the black cross of a ship.