Biography of Lily Espinosa
Hi. I'm currently doing a course in creative writing, so any criticism is greatly appriciated! And it goes without saying that I hope you enjoy these...Thanks, Lily.
Lily Espinosa Poems
Death Of A Soul Mate; Death Of The Girl
Her hero's gone away, Will he come back another day? She could not say.
So this is how it ends, You're happy, I'm happy, He's happy,
Just A Thought
My last few poems have been pretty dull, All this self pity, Quite unlike me, It's not all bad,
Alone. I sit here, confused, new to this, Unwilling to be found out, Hiding behind my computer screen.
And If I Knew?
If I knew all the answers To every question you'd ever asked, thought or imagined, Would it change how things are now? If I could stop time, speed it up or slow it down
I miss you so much, As if we were fresh young lovers. Who would guess we've got nearly two years of history behind us, That we're not actually together.
Self Destruction Fuels Creativity
Happy times, they come and go. But my love for you, will always show, Now matter how hard i fight it, like im trying to do now, You'll aways remain in my heart somehow.
See It All Works Out In The End (I Alway...
We've had our ups and downs, Most of the downs because of me, Although i know you'd disagree.
Theres Nothing Like Killing Yourself
Hunger sets in, Like a beast within, Stomach churns, I collapse on the floor,
Words Of Comfort
You've lived a life so short, Yet so long, All comfort lost, Everyones let you down,
Where Are You?
I'm looking for my perfect guy, Does anyone know where he is? Riddled with issues, Problems from here to Timbuktu.
1st Happy Poem
I thought it could never happen, I'd sit alone and ponder it, Angelic thoughts of us trailing through my mind, Me and you,
To Be Loved
No cuddles from her mother, She doesn't know the girl wants any. No comfort from her father,
Your opinions of me, Good or bad, im indifferent to them now. I tried to get in to help you, but i didn't know how.
As i hold you,
Thick black hair,
Feels softer than i thought it would,
Passing through my fingers.
So carefully structured,
As if you've been sculptured.
Wet brown eyes that take hasty glances at me,