Isabella Francis (18 June 1996 / India)
Biography of Isabella Francis
Isabella Francis Poems
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.
Life In A Lie
Dreams break Houses shake Your heart is shattered You got to live your life
The Perfect Night
The breeze blows, Soft and soothing as a caress. The breeze blows, Taking with it all the stress.
It Wasn'T Mine
Thick and dark my blood flows free, As red as the rose you once gave me. My feet are cold my hands are numb,
The Bus Stop
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
You are responsible For the longing To meet someone like you A few years ago
I lay shrouded by blankets, My shallow breathing could be heard in snippets. I lay and wondered why was I still breathing,
As the moon melts into silver, Wind ripples along the river. Drops of blood drip and dissolve in the flow,
Unspoken, Only Felt
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,
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,
Full of milky light And the night's soft tread The clouds carried on to reach, The moon as she bled.
The Sky And The Sea
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,
Your Tears, My Eyes.
I'll run for hours, I'll walk for miles. I'll do anything, To win that smile.
My Only Goal
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,
Life In A Lie
Your heart is shattered
You got to live your life
Even if you know it's tattered
Life is not cake
Troubles in your wake
Your hopes lie cut up