"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
All the voices in my head Are telling me to go away And never come back Because this life's not worth it all I can't keep living like this
By Isabella Renteria9 months ago in Poets
I look at myself in the mirror All I see is a weary, tired face Worn out from all the battles fought alone The mind is a dangerous place
It's always a mess inside my head Full of thoughts I wish I didn't have They drive me crazy and I want them gone But they're still a part of me
By Isabella Renteria3 years ago in Poets
I feel strange when I miss you Like there's this empty feeling Almost like a hole inside me That I can't seem to cover up
Do you think about me When you see old pictures of us Back in our younger days Time was nothing to us at all Made many memories together
Would you still love me If I was old and grey? Wrinkles on my body Eyes full of wonder I'm tired and weary But I feel so full of life
It's been years since you've been gone And I can't stop myself from missing you When I know I should let you go Because it's already over
By Isabella Renteria4 years ago in Poets
I know you love me And you still do But please stay when I ask you to On days like this When I'm weak and tired And when I can't hold on anymore
I still remember the way Your hands would slip into mine Whenever I leave it out in the open So warm and gentle, just like you
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" I whispered to you under the moonlight Your face lit up when I told you it meant 'I love you'
A warm breeze brushes against me My hair flowing freely Clothes hanging up on a string Bright blue sky as clouds moved slowly
I'm living through each day as if I don't have any other choice My days are empty without you here, my love, and I hate it
