tick tock

Watching the clock
Watching the seconds

But barely watching time go by

© Leonora Sophie

love

love is mad
love is blind
love can be brutally unkind

love can break
love can mend
true love will never end

love will see you through the day
love will show you there is a way

love is you
love is me
love is true

© Leonora Sophie

one knock

The things that knock us and make us feel frail
Are the things that rock us, even if we've turned pale
From worry and torment
And being beaten up inside,
We've taken a knock so bad,

A part of us has died.

These things can build us, like a wall,
With each brick built,We feel so tall.
One small thing, no matter how much it hurts,
Can't push us to the ground,
And let us wallow in the dirt.

Pull yourself up,
Put your head up high,
Take small strides at first,
Ignore the feeling you've died.

These things make us stronger, or so they say,
You can't believe them now,

So let those thoughts go away.
Get through today and you've made it,

I promise you.

It was just a glitch,
And you're pulling through.

© Leonora Sophie

fame

To fame they climb,
A rocket-fuelled ride,
Standing by each other’s side.

Eyes are blinkered,
Ears are blocked.
When one makes a move,
The other looks shot.

Who earns the money?
Who gets the fame?
And when it all goes wrong,
Who is to blame?

Behind the curtains,
Behind the scenes,
If only all of it could mean
Something concrete,
Something sure.
There is no love,
This isn’t pure

No stepping forward.
No stepping back.
Stuck in a time warp,
Staring at my lap.

What to do?
What to say?
All I can do is step away....

http://www.scribd.com/doc/33661819/Walking-Into-the-Forest

you

looking forward
never behind

you can see this love
behind my eyes

this love lies deep
and from deep below
rushes to your heart
emotions overflow

there is no end
there is just this

the fountain of love
pours out the magic kiss

The crows have started,

The crows have started,
And the traffic outside has picked up pace.

The heater is on
But gives off just a light.
It feels like a harsh winter morn.

Its empty and cold
And my heart is all torn;
Its hanging heavy, broken,lost and cold

Lying alone, 
The frost sets in;
My body shivers too much

It quakes with fear
It shakes from tears
What if you're out of my clutch?

The motorbike passes by
He can't hear me cry
But both sounds are shockingly loud

The one sound to hear
Would be your voice here,
One touch to say goodnight

But alone I am 
In my dream I hold your hand
And grasp it with all my might.

© Leonora Sophie