Alison Lemon
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Stories (4/0)
Lonely Girl
It goes past the attraction, deeper than the catch. It’s believed that passion is forever but the truth is... it never really lasts. No matter how hard you try, no matter your motive for love, it’s not worth the effort for someone who’s fallin stubbornly out of love. I often look at the stars, feel the street lights on my skin, the sound of cars rushing by but everything gets lost in the wind. I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be to you, but I have a heavy heart that needs love and I’m not getting that from you. I’ve told you time and time again, it runs off my tongue, I feel it goes in one ear and out the next because nothing ever gets done. As time ticks, as the days click on by, months years become the same and soon I dream to die. It’s not what you think but I know how it sounds, when you feel so bored, tired and run down... It all feels the same no ups or downs, what’s music if you can’t understand the lyrics it’s like adding extra pounds. Mentally I weep, physically I get weak. I’m so tired but now I don’t sleep. It’s just the start to being a lonely girl.
By Alison Lemon5 years ago in Poets
Mirror Mirror
👀 Behind these eyes I’m just like you. Sinking in my every thought, gasping for air isn’t it true? Do you hear the voices, see the looks and the glares, like everyone is just watching you and you try not to stare. It’s been too many times I’ve checked my shoulder, catching a glimpse of eyes and lips following my every move. When the door shuts the images don’t go away, they echo in my mind, they jump and bounce and get louder by the day. Am I going crazy or is it just the normal, to live in self doubt waiting for someone to point my imperfections out? I’ve stopped hiding behind a mask of colour, they say it’s to enhance but everyone tends too look like one another. I chose not to be the same no copy or discount code, you can’t scan me, brand me, or buy my soul. When you look in the mirror it might take some time but when you feel comfy in your own skin nothing feels better then living in what I call mine.
By Alison Lemon6 years ago in Poets
Stop and Stare
I often wrap my hair around my finger and pretend I’m far far away, life tends to get on my nerves, it becomes a place I wish not to stay. I tend to dream and think what could have been, I see happiness and adventure but I remind myself it’s all just a dream.
By Alison Lemon6 years ago in Poets
Similar Adventure
I’ve walked an unfamiliar path, one you’ve probably walked before. This morning I woke to the sound of birds, the sound I’m sure you’ve heard outside your door. I’ve walked and I’ve seen what some have done and saw before, but that doesn’t stop my wandering eye from wanting someone’s similar adventure even more.
By Alison Lemon6 years ago in Poets