Tuesday, 24 March 2015

One of my poems

Now this poem was written more lik lyrics for a song (that I don't have music for)

It is what came out of my head and doesn't mean it is personal.


Said the woman to the Girl

Said the woman to the girl who left. 
I bet you had bigger expectations than this.
Didn't see you holding your hair, just to keep it out of everywhere. 
See your person disappear, crawling, nagging and the neverending fear. 
Drying up with the constant demands. 
Bet you didn't see this in your plans. 


Chorus-
Hold your head up to the sky
Don't you dare, don't you cry,
The clouds were meant to shield your hope
Grasp your dying dreams and let them go
But in between there is a glimmer that won't die
The girl that was there at the morning light
The one who started out young and full of dreams
That girl who was you,  is demanding to be seen


Said the woman to the girl,
be careful what you are wishing for, 
you may think it is what you desired, 
and then realize it is the slamming door. 
Grabbing fingers through the bars, 
bet your expectations were bigger before. 


Chorus-
Hold your head up to the sky
Don't you dare, don't you cry,
The clouds were meant to shield your hope
Grasp your dying dreams and let them go
But in between there is a glimmer that won't die
The girl that was there at the morning light
The one who started out young and full of dreams
That girl who was you, is demanding to be seen


Washed away like yesterday's tears.
Now you wish for the past to be yours. 
Said the broken woman to the hopeful girl, 
now your life is a gaping hole. 
Broken mirrors and broken hopes. 
Bet you never saw this when you dreamed this..... nope?


 Chorus-
Hold your head up to the sky
Don't you dare, don't you cry,
The clouds were meant to shield your hope
Grasp your dying dreams and let them go
But in between there is a glimmer that won't die
The girl that was there at the morning light
The one who started out young and full of dreams
That girl who was you, is demanding to be seen

Deena Thomson




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