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May 4, 2018 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

I dont know if i’ll ever be the same
never felt as scary
as it does now.
i sit
without a blueprint, or a clue.
no liberty in the uncertainty.
only burdened
by the clock ticking
-time wasted-
on what i couldn’t face.

wait and see is no comfort
when you’re trying to find who you are.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2018/05/967/

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: creative writing, Poetry

August 28, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

the pain of being broken
is subsiding.
my mind has stopped replaying
the moments
where i was wrong
or
when he lied.

now my mind asks
in those quiet hours,
where soft notes
& delicate harmonies
keep me company.

where do i go from here?

how can i tell this story
when i can hardly
accept the words
as truth.

yet here i am
midway through a chapter
i hope
won’t be titled Regret.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/08/838/

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: heartbreak, love, Poetry, regret

May 10, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

where do i belong
and
does it matter if i don’t?

will this longing ever go
or is it a piece of my soul
that i shouldn’t wish away?

if i am
basic
boring
mediocre
dim
why do i want more?

i thought ignorance was bliss.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/05/785/

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January 25, 2015 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

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December 11, 2014 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

A kiss wouldn’t be enough
to get a taste of you.
You’re the whisper in my ear
before my eyes begin to close.
In those moments,
when dreams don’t seem so out of reach.
I feel your breath against my neck,
as you tell me all that was left unsaid.
Do you hear me too?

http://quitewhimsical.com/2014/12/109/

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October 15, 2014 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

Somewhere between apathy and ambition
Cuddled up in a warm blanket of indecision.
Wondering if you would come with me,
Or if I’m brave enough
To ask at all.

I have never taken my head out of the clouds
I doubt I could,
even if I tried.
What is life without the rose colored glasses?
Just an empty heart
With lots of shiny distractions
on the wall.

I wish I could convince you
and me
That there is no such thing as
security
And that we can run away together
finding adventures in the rain.

I’m not giving up.
Lets try.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2014/10/107/

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