Isabella Francis

Rushing through my cheeks like a waterfall,
Beware of the night when tears fall.
Beware, for they won't let me sleep,
All through the night I'll have to weep.
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Dreams break
Houses shake
Your heart is shattered
You got to live your life
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Thick and dark my blood flows free,
As red as the rose you once gave me.

My feet are cold my hands are numb,
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I stood on the bus stop waiting and waiting
Watching the shadows on the street lengthening.

The bus however did not come, even if I waited night on night
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The breeze blows,
Soft and soothing as a caress.
The breeze blows,
Taking with it all the stress.
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You are responsible
For the longing
To meet someone like you
A few years ago
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As the moon melts into silver,
Wind ripples along the river.

Drops of blood drip and dissolve in the flow,
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I lay shrouded by blankets,
My shallow breathing could be heard in snippets.

I lay and wondered why was I still breathing,
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It's okay to be late to school once in a while,
Specially if I get to see that wave and a cheerful hi.

I left home and waited under the gulmohar tree,
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The bell chimed clear and high pitched,
It felt as if the night's silence had me ditched.

Who the hell was it to irritate me at midnight,
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They are so similar; the sky and the sea,
Each day the sun rises on both of them with glee.

As the sun rises high in the sky,
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Yes I'm addicted, not to marijuana, ecstasy or cocaine,
Yes I'm addicted, addicted to pain.

I drape scarves, I wear full sleeves,
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One morning I opened my eyes and blinked them clear
From that very moment I felt your presence near.

I opened the door and went out in my garden
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I’ve got lost in a ruthless desert,
Pained with hunger, dying with thirst.

I’ve wandered in vain for days,
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I'll run for hours,
I'll walk for miles.
I'll do anything,
To win that smile.
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Like notches on a prisoner's cell wall,
On her fair forearm, short cuts stand tall.

Each day in which she loses control over her feelings,
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Laying down pained, scarred and half dead, wanting to scream
Calling on to the Angel of Death to free me.
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Hovering over a buttercup quizzically
Slowly landing on it and kissing it lovingly.

Her purple wings fluttered supple
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He doesn't judge me,
He just sees me.
As I am, unblemished,
By hate or love.
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I sit on the last bench,
Like I don't even exist,
Days pass by
In an eternal mist.
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