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In the distance I see the evil trojan, the conniving shrew the evil in all of you. Enemies close, friends afar, so many dangers with no chance of finding my blessed utopia.
I dropped a link in my chain, One of the most important of all. The one that gave me freedom. The one that meant my happiness wouldn't fall. But that link had to go. So my chain could be split.
You opened up a whole can of worms. When the night turned too day and you returned. I opened up a bigger can of whoop ass. When I smelt the scent of another lass.
Dogs inside you, Clawing away, Growling as they do, To get their way, The beasts inside, Hear them roar, Eyes open wide, In complete awe, Monsters surround, And nibble you so, Their call...
Stack me up, Along with the others. Because I'm just another, One of your lovers. I'm a Russian doll, You play with me until bored. You put me with my friends, The friends that you hoard.
And there I hung from this frozen star, Dangling, watching from afar. Cooling my feelings, becoming a flake, No more of this watching I could take.
#love We divided ourselves from all that was and is wrong and right Swimming through the tides of our emotions long into the night We hesitated.
Bound and gagged,. Tied at the wrists,. Covered in boils,. And oozing cysts,. A heart, kidnapped,. Held in a trap,. Beating on one side,. A lonely handicap,. Found in the dark,.
#colourchallenge. #colorchallenge. Everything looks tinged with dusty grey. Except the reds that vividly stand out. My mood blue in every which way. Except the blackness that is my self doubt.
Like the seasons. You come and go. Like the breeze. You soothe with a touch. Like the sun. You shine bright. Like the stars. You lead the way. Like a bee. You soon leave me. For another pretty flower.
Cradled in your paper hands, Held close to your stapled heart. Love letters and secret notes, They hold you together, but they push us a part. I'm afraid to light a fire, To ignite a passionate spark.
I'm feeling blue, But that's not quite so true, When I'm feeling down, I'd say I feel brown. Brown. Am I crazed. A statement well placed, But brown, you will see, Is like bark on a tree.
I think we've taken a step too far. We've gone over the line we drew. There is danger where we are. We're out of the things we knew. We can't slow down now, we'll just speed.
Why are you so distant, yet so near. It feels like an ocean lies between us, But we're holding hands, Arms stretched over crashing waves With our fingers interlocked, Cold waters biting beneath us.
Drizzles of Fireflies surround The distant Crystal sphere. Frosty blaze Endeavors Against misty Shadows, as if To illuminate the Dimness within, Yet it fails.
I absolutely loathe my imagination right now. It's the catalyst that fuels. my nightmares and self doubt. It's the artist that paints. and the sculptor that creates. All the pictures of pain.
I'm tiny and broken, Lethal and sharp. As deadly as a viper, As soft as a harp. The inner self revealer, The reflection of you. An incomplete mirror, A mirage thats true.
As nights get longer, so do days get colder. I share warm hands to get the cold shoulder. Time runs out, bliss is over. Too late to speak the words I never told her. Eat, sleep, live alone.
I painted myself in Technicolor. Dividing myself into unequal numbers. My heart is a subtle pearlescent. Red/blue/gold - a symbol of my family's crescent. Due to this concrete jungle's overspray.
The light shines bright on her face.
A shooting star: Falls upon the ground. Soft in the moonlight, Begging to be found. Whispers of a star, Shooting through the sky. No trace of happiness, Just soar and fly.
What if tears had no gravity. And would just float up to the sky. So we'd catch them in a bottle. Before they would float up too high. We'd save up our tears in a vault. A treasure we would hide away.
Translucent wax skin, Candle wicks for eyes, Burning flames brightly lit, Small flames burning away, Flickering with every foots sway, Dripping wax tears down a melting face, Wrapped in red...
Life is like a picture frame Fill it up and sign your name But...