Tsumi's Poetry

(song) I Haven't Yet Moved On

verse 1: I can't stop thinking
Of what we had
Even though he's by my side.
No, Honey, I can't turn away
From our past
When you said what you said, oh, I almost died.
chorus: I'm with him, but I want you.
Darling, please listen to this song.
You think that I am okay,
But baby, you're so wrong.
You left me here alone,
And honey, I've missed you for so long...
You're acting like I'm happy,
But baby, I haven't yet moved on.
verse 2: Your face is like a curse
Taking from my heart
At every chance it gets.
No, I won't f***ing forget
About the love we shared
Before you left me alone.
*chorus*
bridge: Go on and hook up with her
I hope you're very happy together.
But don't you dare forget your words
Of wanting to be with and love me forever.
(instrumental and vocal breakdown)
verse 3: Drink it up, on down
My whiskey treatment
Brighten up my head.
I'll never get you back
And my heart will keep breaking
Until I'm finally dead.
*chorus* RPT 3 MORE X's.

LYRICS BY: Aribell Maeve A.K.A. Tsumi; age 16; OCTOBER 21st, 2009; DEDICATED TO MY EX FIANCE

Fair Sleep, Red Stains

On the verge of sleeping,
My head bobs forward slightly...
...I cannot stay awake.
Oh dear, don't flutter shut, eyes...
...Don't fail me now.
I feel myself drifting,
I should have slept...
...Here comes the blood.
Fair sleep, and finally,
White hair stained red.

BY: ARIBELL MAEVE a.k.a. TSUMI; AGE 16; OCTOBER 14TH, 2009; WRITTEN OUT OF BOTH DEPRESSION AND EXHAUSTION

Valentine to Me

I am resting on the grass,
On a rather rainy day.
I'm remembering our past
In a very depressing way.
Where has my sunshine gone?
Has my warm heart gone astray?
I'm still remembering our past
In a very depressing way.
As I close my eyes and think
Of something rather happy,
I remember being on the brink,
And making a Valentine to me.
So as you pass my grave,
Missing who I used to be,
Show your good side,O,do behave,
And please make a Valentine for me.

BY:ARIBELL MAEVE a.k.a. TSUMI; AGE 16; SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2009

Prick My Finger on a Thorn

Prick my finger on a thorn...
...See the anger in my mourn.
You gave me a false rose for love...
...Take back the now blood covered dove...
...Prick my finger on a thorn...
...See the anger in my mourn.

BY: me; age 15; March 29th,2009; multiple dedications

Break Me, Break Me(Burn My Heart)

Lied one too many times...
Said you loved me, how untrue.
Let me see you break me,
Shattered I become...
Let me feel you burn my heart,
Fuse blood and darkness into one.
Break me, break me, break me apart...
...Burn me, burn me, burn my heart...
...Kill me, kill me, shed no tears...
...Leave me rot for years and years.

BY: me; age 15; March 25th, 2009; dedicated to two people specifically whom I shall not name.