Skylar Lighten : Writing

After ages of silence

After ages of silence

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


I want you to knowIt's so good to hear your voiceAfter ages of silence,Like the sun breaking through winter's choice.You were a ghost in my memory,Fad..
The Sweet, Bitter Truth

The Sweet, Bitter Truth

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


I'm too sweetBecause you've sugarcoated everything for me,Wrapped in lies, glazed in honey, served so beautifully,You fed me dreams, sweetened in dece..
Fragments of me

Fragments of me

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


It’s strange how love can feel like recognition,like stepping into a room and finding a mirror where a wall should be.You always called me by my..
Thanks for the pain

Thanks for the pain

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you “Thank you.”Maybe there was never a right time.Maybe it would seem too bitterswe..
You were a constellation

You were a constellation

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


You were a constellation-not just a scatter of stars,but the map I traced on the foggy window of my mind.Each light a secret,each secret a doorway,eac..
By the End

By the End

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


And by the end,we came to the conclusionthat nothing is ever as simpleas it seemed at the start.That beginnings are full of promise-crisp pages, untan..
Dropping the rose-colored glasses

Dropping the rose-colored glasses

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


Childhood slipped away, and I dropped the rose-colored sunglasses full of hope my parents had given me.
Melody of Us

Melody of Us

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


It’s the green of your eyesAnd the blue of mine,Blending into perfect harmony.It’s hilarious,But oh, so mysterious,This symphony of simpli..
I gotta go - So I can soar

I gotta go - So I can soar

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


I think I gotta goFound some key to unlock-The doorI gotta get back upFrom the dust collected on-The floorI think I gotta runChasing something that I'..
What I think I need

What I think I need

A Poem by Skylar Lighten


What I think I need,What you think I need,And what I really need-Are three different things.Three different worlds.Three different dreams,Each one pul..


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