Your Love Your love. Your love consumes me. Eats me for the inside out. An addiction. I just cant get enough. You are wrecking me. Killing me. Making me love you so strongly. Destroying me. Making me vunrable. Your love. Its inevitable. Its vital. Its my drug. Im wasted on your love. Your love. So powerful. So intense. Love i dont deserve. Your love. Is dangerous.

Searching Wheres your shoulder when I need to cry? Where are your arms when I need a hug? Where are you? Im looking for you. Looking for you everywhere. Despreatly searching. Searching for your soothing voice. Searching for your warm embrace. Searching for you. I cant seem to stop looking Even though I know there is no use No use to look for you Because I know I wont find you. But I need to hear your laugh To see you smile one more time. Stop playing hide and seek with me. Stop making me look for you. Stop making me count to 30 everytime. Stop playing an everlasting game. Stop it. Its not fair. Im spending my whole #life searching for your Just to hear you im proud of you That you love me. Yet i cant find you. No matter how hard I look Ive lost you Ive lost you forever. This #poem goes out to my mum who passed away in 2005. I love you mama. Forever and always.

Do You Think Its Okay? Do you think it is okay? Do you think its okay that you didnt catch me when i fell? Do you think it is okay to watch me suffer? To see you walk away with another girl? To forget about me To leave me behind. To watch me suffer Suffer because of all the pain you caused me Do you not feel quilty as you see the sadness and suffering in my eyes? The little hope I have left? I am despratly trying to find a reason to have hope, to hold on. But you are giving me every reason to let go.

But pains like water. It finds a way to push through any seal. There's no way to stop it. Sometimes you have to let yourself sink inside of it before you can learn how to swim to the Surface

Gone The stars begin to fade. The rain begins to fall. The sky begins to turn grey. The sea turns ebony. The flowers begin to die. And the birds stop singing. The light at the end of the tunnel is gone. The butterfly's have stopped flying. For they know, this is a day to grieve. For a great mum has been lost. My hope is gone, because no matter how many shooting stars I wish upon You are gone.