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Kymberley Simpson Poem
How does it feel to make a second best?
With hearts broken all around you
Lifes a test
And the test for you is to create blue
In every grey eyed girl in the world
How does it feel to walk alone
Under city lights on cold rainy nights
It feels cold, but warmed with the thoughts of a gun
And a hand that would reach out to no-one
"Honey, it isn't the same"
Well whos to blame
Lay sitting phone busy on the doorstep
Because what you did, made the rain cry
Wondering why to god
And praying to the devils child
You got it all wrong
And your decisions are wild
With a knife to your wrist and a girl loved left pissed
How does it feel?
To have that light in your life shut off and left to gather dust
Like a painting on the wall
So many of the same clutter your walls
You got what you wanted, and you don't feel feelings
It's because you're a work of priceless art
And all you ever cared about was yourself
So you can't see that girls changing
To feel like the world around her
...
You could always tell when I was upset
Because I'd write and write till my pencil broke
And the outcome never really rhymed
Am I upset?
Copyright © Kymberley Simpson | Year Posted 2010
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Kymberley Simpson Poem
I'm struck with a feeling
I can't shrug off
It's been here 3 years
Like a rusty old lock
I quit popping pills,
Though I'm still in fear
That I'll never escape
after all these years
And I
Wish I didn't feel so alone
In my mental state confusion
Because
No one is willing to feel this pain
It cannot be forgotten
It only starts again
Because I forgot about the days
When to work was just to play
When I couldn't help but feel so free
Because I wasn't ruining me
So for the first time ever
I got on my knees
And asked to someone I don't believe
In something I can't even see
Right at that moment I felt a breeze
In my heart, and someone said,
"Remember"
Because I forgot about the days
When to work was just to play
When I couldn't help but feel so free
Because I wasn't ruining me...
~Kymber
Copyright © Kymberley Simpson | Year Posted 2010
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Kymberley Simpson Poem
Summer sunsets like wintered endings
Every single waking day
It starts out cold and ends up warm
And leaves you where you want to lay
Makes you want to pray to god
That it will never go away
Even though you don't believe
You find faith in every way
Look at your life with saddened eyes
And frown in distance damned dismay
And hope for words that hold no lies
To know it's not a game to play
Who should know where secrets lie
If secrets are best kept away
To feel like you could really fly
And like everything will be okay.
Copyright © Kymberley Simpson | Year Posted 2010
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