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Poems of a Lover & a Fighter

Poems Written in Blood, but Covered in Rose Petals

By Sierra LynnPublished 5 years ago 4 min read
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"Are you a lover or a fighter"

Oh, darling, you can be more than one thing.

If it pleases you,

it is possible to write your words in blood,

but then proceed to cover the gore in rose petals.

Be a lover, when the lover is called,

but be a fighter, when the lover is hurt.

~~~~~

London, My Heart Shall Lay

I belong in London,

where tourists come from around the world

to see such amazement.

They gather in the streets

to see old landmarks,

and spots of their favorite fantasy worlds.

I belong in London,

where century old bricks lay in the streets,

a place where the culture is rivaled.

A place where in each corner,

each lamp post,

or each statue,

has a story to tell.

I belong in London

where paved bridges cross

The River Thames,

When during the day thousands of wandering souls cross,

but at midnight on a freshly rained evening

the pavement glistens.

As silent waters glide by

creating an image only some dream about.

I belong in London,

it is where my heart pulls too,

and where my heart shall lay.

~~~~~

New Favorite

It's pancakes together

on a Tuesday morning.

It's candle light picnics

outside on the little balcony

of your apartment.

It's leaving the house at 2 AM

just for a sporadic adventure

under the city lights.

It's knowing that your tea

always consists of

two creams and one sugar.

It's never been the show.

It's never been proving my love of you

to others around us.

It's the little secrets we hide

behind locked doors

that draws me so close to you.

It's always been your

dimples coming out

when I read you a new poem

and you say it's your new favorite.

~~~~~

Let me love you,

under city lights.

Always let me kiss you

after midnight fights.

If you give me the chance,

I will happily let our fire

ignite.

I've wanted nothing more than this,

please,

don't let this love be a chance

you'll miss.

~~~~~

I miss you,

so much.

But it makes no sense,

really,

because,

how can I miss you

more than anything,

when I've only

ever met you

in my dreams.

~~~~~

I collect books

filled with words

to fill the void

of the words

I used to so desperately crave.

~~~~~

I want you,

with me,

sitting upon a bridge,

at midnight,

telling each other,

what our favorite colors are

at that specific moment.

~~~~~

When I think of

peace,

I think of you,

lying close to me,

on a cold autumn night,

hearing nothing but the sounds

of your heart beat

and the quiet

tick tock

of the clock above our heads.

~~~~~

One day I'll find you.

I'll spot you in the

hustle of a thousand people

of the city I now call home.

I'll hear your laugh,

and know it's the laugh

I want to hear for the

rest of my life.

I'll see the twinkle in your eyes

on a clear night

and pick it out

from under a million twinkling stars.

One day I'll find you,

and the day I do,

I'll know it's been you,

all along.

~~~~~

I spend most of my nights

writing

about the love we used to share

or

about the times you used to care

or

even about how you told me

"forever."

I just can't believe,

that I became to much for you to bare.

~~~~~

I wonder if you know,

if you know that all the words

that spill from my heart,

onto the sheets of scattered papers

in my room

are all for you.

~~~~~

Some nights

when I look to the sky for

some inspiration.

The sky does me a favor,

it paints you

out if it's trillions of stars.

Even placing your dimples,

right in the spot they appear

when you smile so brightly.

Some nights,

the sky just gives me

all the inspiration

I will ever need.

~~~~~

The night you said

"goodbye"

I heard glass shatter

from the home we once shared,

when I looked around

to see nothing had broken,

It was then

I realized,

the shattering

was my heart.

(You let go,

and it fell to the ground,

and you left me,

to sweep up all the pieces.)

~~~~~

The clock above my head,

of the bead we used to share,

counts the seconds you've been gone.

1... 2... 3... 4... 5...

Each second,

giving me a new memory,

of the love you once gave me.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading, if you made it this far!

I appreciate the love you all give! My poetry is an extension of my heart and soul, seeing it be read, seeing it have love, it means everything to me. So again thank you so so so much!

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Thanks for all the love everyone!

Stay tuned for more poetry, and some more insightful words!

XOXO

~ Sierra Lynn

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About the Creator

Sierra Lynn

Aspiring historian. Fiction enthusiast. Lover of mystery.

Writer of macabre, fantasy realms, and historical ideals.

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