Emma : Writing

Paper worlds.

Paper worlds.

A Poem by Emma


It seems my pen will always try to show how it sounded when you said my name, how sweet it was, just rolling off your tongue and into my veins.I do no..
Three years too soon.

Three years too soon.

A Poem by Emma


I never want to look like that again. I do not want to wish away my petty problems by creating ones that last. I do not want to be ashamed of takin..
Notes to my future daughter.

Notes to my future daughter.

A Poem by Emma


You are not as fat as those other girls make you believe. That boy will never, ever be speaking the truth. You are so very beautiful. D..
Sixteen year hopes.

Sixteen year hopes.

A Poem by Emma


There I stood,A year later,In a different place than I was then entirely,(Not that you stuck around to watch that.),But everything is the same.I stood..
Living together.

Living together.

A Poem by Emma


You say you love,But I see nothing of the sort.A hug or a kiss or a kind wordOnce a day do not make upThe kind of love I hope for.Harsh words and bitt..
Five years later.

Five years later.

A Poem by Emma


Love does not end overnightor in the time it took me to drive away.It does not disappear over a hand gone too faror because of words shared in a drunk..
Holy.

Holy.

A Poem by Emma


You speak of His son,Who cured the sick and healed the crippled,Spoke of finding hope in the darkness.His son,Who asked for nothing more than trust.Ye..
The last good night.

The last good night.

A Poem by Emma


A fresh new page opens.I feel them in my soul butI cannot make my hands write the wordsthough my heart can see it clearly.Our adventures together down..
I heard a song like that once.

I heard a song like that once.

A Poem by Emma


I like the way your lips taste like cinnamonAnd the arrogant smile they makeWhen you do that stupid hair flip.See, I’ve found that fall winds ar..
This one's about you (but aren't they all?)

This one's about you (but aren't they all?)

A Poem by Emma


Nervous or excited,I have yet to determine the difference.We came in from the dark February night,Holding hands, fighting cold.I cleaned and you looke..

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