duckiedoo19
I feel trapped
your gaze weighing me down
and I am cornered in my mind
I cannot sort through this mess
confusion of emotions
whispered silence fills my ears
as I try to figure out what
I really think
of you
your loving eyes
your warm hugs
do I love you back
or do I really hate your guts.
Before I met you,
I was Jealous of them.
They were so happy
and they Flaunted It!
I hated them,
All of them,
Even though they were
My closest friends.
Now, I am happy
But I'm not sure.
Before I met you,
I was happy too.
Now, I feel like
I could be Happier
with someone
Else...
Tall
Dark
Ominous
It stands tall
under the dark sky
looking ominous and looming
Dark
Beautiful
Gloomy
The dark stained glass windows
Are intriguing and beautiful
In this gloomy weather
oh black swan
how you dance
gracefully
across the stage
you twirl and spin
you are beautiful
you are perfect
if only you knew this
before
you did the
most regretable
thing in you
life
oh black swan
it is raining
slightly
as i lay in my warm bed
my mother leans to
kiss
my cheek as i drift
to sleep
this is where i belong
he loves me
i know by the way he looks at me
the way he holds me
the way his voice coos when we cuddle
his compliments
his words
but most of all,
the little nip on my ear
right where my earring is
shows me how much he loves me
and i couldn't ask for anything better.
she was on the ground
laying
head in her arms
ribs showing through
her skin
malnourished
she was
weak
alone
no one would
help her
left there to
die
malnourished
this poor
small
innocent
child
carrying the
heaviest
woe
death is
upon her
the rain is falling
down
as i walk through
the streets
through puddles
your hand in mine
no umbrella
you stop me
and pull me closer
your lips brush mine
I smile lightly
then we keep walking
down the middle
of the street
through puddles
summer love.
Willfully I let him
push me down
into the mud
I press to get up
but his gravity
is stronger than
mine
I can't beat him
he is impossible to stop
this is my reality
and i still seem
to
love it
I see it
Red
In forms of
Hand-prints
all over the
Walls
she lays on the
Floor
no sign of
Life
left in her
Dead
Gone
all that is left
are her
bloody hand-prints
on the
Walls
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