Hi well as you probably know by now my name is holly, and I'm only writing a bio because I dislike the fact that without writing it my life looked empty. As though I'd done nothing so far and did'nt aspire to do so. When in fact I aspire to much all the dreams in my head and the expectation of those dear to me. I know that probably sounds cliched but it's true. My poetry can seem kinda heavy, but I don't care. When I put a pen to paper what comes out sometimes, most of the time, feels beyond my control. the ideas and the words want out, so I let them be free, held down only by ink and paper where all are free to read.
Step into my lair
This cool calm night
Step into my lair
And give into my plight.
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This breath is stuck within my breast,
This heart caught between beats,
The tear still runs down my cheek,
Before my Lovers folly.
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I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
He takes my hand,
And holds me close,
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Don’t leave me alone,
This dark cold night,
Don’t leave me alone,
In this freezing fright,
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Remember how I held your hand,
Remember how I kissed it,
Remember how you fell asleep,
Your head upon my shoulder?
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