How

What to say to the person that loved you once??
How do you explain to yourself
that it's not how it used to be???
How do you not get nervous when you see him?
How do you walk away and try not to cry??
How can you look at him
and not remember what it was like??
How can you not think of him
for the rest of the day??
How do you pretend you don't care
when you hear from him??
How do you go to bed
and not think of all those good times you spent with him??
How can you not smile when you remember
how he used to make you laugh??
How are you going to spend the cold winter without him??
It's just not the same...
how do you believe all the shit he did to you??
Why are you still nice to him??
After all you cried…
Why do you still smile at him?
How do you not think of him
when you listen to that "stupid song"??
How do you make yourself understand
that the love is gone??
How do you make the pain go away??
How do you explain to yourself
that you are not the girl he has been waiting for??
How do you forget all those promises
and pretend like he never said them??
How can you erase all the memories??
How can you pretend like nothing ever happened??
How??

- Silvia C

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Dead like a rose, cut like a wrist
Guarantee I wont be missed
Cold like winter, stale like bread
You'll be better off when I am dead
Useless like trash, worthless like shit
I am going bit by bit
mean like a bitch, empty like a hole
life is taking its toll
hard like bricks, screwed over like betrail
all I ever do is fail
mad as hell miserable like a rainy day
I dont deserve the suns ray
black as my soul, clumsy like a fall
HONESTLY IM NO GOOD AT ALL

- Caroline Logan

Snow

Under a subdued sun,
Basking in its glory
Purity at it's best,
The snow tells a story.

I'm glanced at in awe,
As if a blooming flower,
The heavens, my origin,
I'm compared to shining stars.

My airs are always chilly,
My temperature frozen cold
I breathe mists of water,
And always play outdoors.

Passer-by's perceive me
As a stunning view,
Earth, my destination,
Rainbow is my hue.

The moon is my companion,
The trees sell me their souls,
I spread my white feathers,
Over plains, mountains and moors.

I'm trodden upon and molested
I'm shoved and heaped aside,
Yet humanity foresees my coming,
As the best of winter times.

- Sonia Doreen Paul