My name is Danielle Griffis. Sometimes I construct sentences full of words that may or may not rhyme. I am full of emotions. I am the girl that was born with her heart on her sleeve. I am a girl who feels.
I am a girl who loves. And I am a girl who lives.


Thursday, April 14, 2011

Ten Years

Ten years you said,
ten years I agreed.

Goodbye we said,
ten years we'll dread.

I still love you I said.
We can't you said.
You promised, I whispered,
in your ear so sweet.

I lost it you said.
That love is surely dead..
in my ear.. so sweet.

I cry, you laugh.
I scream, you ignore.
I love, you forget.
A promise un-kept.

thoughts on today

What do you want?
To be ignored?
Or do you want sympathy?
I give you attention,
you show no affection.
What the fuck do you need?
My shoulder?
Take my body, it's yours.
I don't want it anymore.
My soul?
you've had that for years..
My dreams, my thoughts...
is that what you want?
well I'm selling them by the dozen.
Aren't you lucky.
Nothing is ever enough.
Not for you.
I give you this, but you wanted that.
You guess it will do for now.
And it's almost as if you're saying,
"You know what? I'm going to pretend I care."

And I'm going to pretend I don't love you.
Fuck you.

The Definition of True Beauty

I wish to steal you away
from reality;
pause the world for just a day.
I wish to take you in my arms
like when we were kids.
When it actually felt like time was paused.
And we lived like we had stolen time.
You and I committed that crime.

But soon we were caught.
and they made us give it up.
We swore we wouldn't give up, because it meant so much.
and they made us pay.
Then years went by and we learned our lesson.
Forever paying for our childish obsession.

Of love.

And now we know the truth.
The truth we didn't want to believe in our youth.

Now we are damaged, look what they did to us.
Scared to fall, terrified to trust.
So we built up these walls,
tightened the hold,
clenched our fists,
afraid to unfold.

A love turned beastly,
but was it "them" who demolished it?
I'm not even sure there was a "them"
We fucked it up all on our own
and blamed it on time and miles of road.

But miles of regrets come crashing in.
Into my heart, and it makes me sing..

Of love
or what has become of love.

All hatred aside,
I still hold you above.
We should have fought for us.
We took it away from our very own selves.
Punishing you, punishing me,
we did that, that's the reality.

This pain, we feel in our throats and in our chests,
weighed down by pounds of regrets.


And to just forget all that, forget our past,
would be oh so simple..
If I didn't look back, if I didn't digress..
On every inch of that love, every moment we had.

You can forget, but I sure cannot.
because now I see what has become of us.
now I see what we were meant to be.

The definition of true beauty, you and me.