He’s so annoying when he screams
He shrieks as if he has a lion
He’s an adorable cute baby
but he can be nice to me
He’s so cute everybody adores him
but I love him
Nothing worse will make me hate my little brother
Sister, sister, oh how much I love you
Your cute smiles are so lovely
Everyone adores you
You are all I need to be happy
I’m not next to you but I still care for you
I might be miles away but I still love you
You make me happy
I enjoy playing with you
I LOVE YOU
Addicted to him
I ponder on those memories that are meant to be tarnished, kept as distant memories.
I ponder on those memories with, fondness, with love, with heartache and with that smile
he used to say made his day plastered on my face every time.
My pride tells me that I can find someone better.
Someone I can love mentally and physically.
My heart tells me he is the one.
He is your first love.
He is your forever.
He says when he loves he loves hard.
Why didn’t he fight?
Why did I end it?
Does he want me?
Has he moved on?
Will I ever move on?
I distant myself from him, to build my barriers,
not with bricks but of steel.
Every-time.
Every-time he deteriorates my steel-based barriers.
I fight back but lose to what seems to be an effortless fight for him.
I try to kill it but he seems to be a healer because when I hear that silky velvet-like voice of his, I fall for him.
Harder than before.
When he says ‘baby’. ‘I love you’.
You would think those words meant for me but no.
My fragile heart doesn’t break but shatters to pieces instantly.
I want to fall hard for others but they can’t be compared to my Phytho ️.
I am addicted.
And like an addict, I can’t seem to gain control of this, of me, of my heart.
He has control of me and I dread it.
He will never know.
I am his but he isn’t mine.
Do you remember those days,
amongst the cruel world of judgement of our peers
The days spent on dinner dates and chats over the phone,
Being palaeontologists one day and lovers the next.
Then came the biggest bump of the road, locked up all alone.
Listening to our song over and over and maybe once more.
Missing each other more than before.
And now we have for the future coming up to one year.
We’ve been through everything possible!
But my love this past year has been the best of my life.
The one I’ve spent with you.
Love you forever,
Daisy
Dribbling
Ruby
Eases
Down
Bandages will never caress this wound
Friends we were
A resilient team
Young and wild
Imagined our dreams
Grew up together
at school and home
Darling and sweet
like honeycomb
When bored we would
sit under a tree
in my garden
We were reckless and free
A few years past
We drifted apart
Friends still
but different at heart
Got boyfriends and crushes
new friends and mates
I waited for her
at the school gates
Later on
she made fun of me
teasing and laughing
so I sat under the tree
After school
we met once in a while
Awkward and silent
Never a smile
We weren’t friends anymore
you would find
she was popular yet rude
I was left behind
This is a story about a gun, a gun created for war, to kill. This was based in 1914
during the First World War.
I lay in a poppy field, deep in the mud.
It’s been over a hundred years since the war now
and I still remember when Gerald picked me up for the first time.
I thought it was a dream come true.
I was wrong.
Gerald took me to the camp
to wait for war to begin.
He lay me next to him when he slept for protection.
I felt a hero, a saviour, a champion.
I might have been protecting my soldier
but I was the one responsible for numbers of deaths.
One time the Germans leaked gas into the trenches.
There was a lot of panicking and soldiers yelling
“Put your mask on.” Many of Gerald’s friends didn’t make it.
The next day was war.
As we all got ready saying our prayers,
prayers of hope.
Gerald was at the front,
but all I remember was him running and me killing.
All my life waiting for this moment
but actually living the moment
wasn’t as joyous as I had dreamed.
Gerald charging at the Germans,
shooting people to the ground,
falling to the ground,
being trampled into the mud, dropping me.
Now I lay next to Gerald,
under the Poppy field.
Smile like an idiot because you see
Anywhere you are be the happiest you can be
Even in dark, smile through the pain
For there’s always sunshine after the rain
Be the greatest and treat others as equal
Then all in the world will want to be your sequel
You’re all those things, you’re the best mommy
Even if you’re not, I still love thee
a date is a date
a rose is a rose
but you are you
and I am me
but we don’t know what we can be
because love is well, just love
and you are my true love
so this is how I will ask you to marry me
keep a watch out
because I cannot wait
for you to hopefully marry me
because I have one thing to say
I just hope you will marry me
this is just a romantic way
that I could ask you to marry me baby
so this is for my true love
who is you
I can get you a ring
I can sing you a song
you could even dance along
because we belong together
love who you want
love who you could be
but just make sure that you try
to love every buddy
because anyone can see who you will be
but make sure you be who you are
love me
love you
just know someone loves you
and you can love them too
but just be aware you may get a scare
and you may not have to light a flair
a date is a date
and you are you
so someone will love you