A Stranger

By *Ashley*

 

Looking through the darkness,

I saw a speck of light,

Or,

Maybe,

Hope?

 

Feel suffocated,

Abandon,

Scared,

Intruded.

 

Maybe my head's full of rubbish,

Maybe I need to calm down,

But this is how I felt as the stranger came to town.

 

She seemed all right,

She seemed interesting,

But as I spoke to the one I once knew,

I felt as if talking to a stranger,

Someone on the street,

Stealing the one thing keeping me alive,

Trapping it,

Abusing it,

Taking my identity.

 

The small flame that was harmless,

Has now spread into a wildfire,

Something that could not be tamed.

 

I feel bitter,

Green with envy,

Angry,

Somber,

Like a person trapped,

If only for a little while,

But I keep a straight face,

To be his "tough little soldier",

But I know that I'm not.

 

That is why,

I love the rain,

It washes away the pain,

But if you looked closely,

That's not rain,

Those are tears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Rose

By *Ashley*

 

Black rose,

Gentle and fierce,

Like me.

 

He loves me,

He loves me not.

 

Black rose,

From the black night,

Asleep or dead.

 

He loves me,

He loves me not.

 

It sits there,

Lying next to me,

With words Iíll never speak.

 

He loves me,

He loves me not.

 

Black rose,

Poison,

The last petal floats to the ground.

 

 

He loves me not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blank Sheet of Paper

By *Ashley*

 

 

Iím pulling out a blank sheet of paper,

Trying to write you a letter,

Iím not so sure,

About what I want to say,

I need to talk to you,

About when you went away,

 

But do you still think of me?

ĎCause I think of you again and again,

I donít know where to start,

To say that I donít want this to end.

 

And now,

Just one hour later,

And I still have a blank sheet of paper.

 

Iíve been sitting here,

Just about forever,

I pull the cap on and off my pen,

There are tears in my eyes,

That just doesnít want to fall,

If you could see me now,

This would say it all,

 

But do you still think of me?

ĎCause I think of you again and again,

I donít know where to start,

To say that I donít know want this to end.

 

And now,

One shattered heart later,

And I still have a blank sheet of paper.

 

--Inspired by ďBlank Sheet of PaperĒ By Tim McGraw