scarlettnikole
It's dark. There isn't anyone around for miles. She sees a statue hidden beyond the trees. It's beautiful. It's alone, like her.
It was an accident
She didn't do it on purpose
She wouldn't have
She couldn't have
She would have told me
She would have said
She wasn't okay
She told someone else
She went away
It wasn't an accident
He sings a song called "Chili Pepper"
It's about a girl he loves.
And it's cute.
What does it take
to overcome
a feeling a being
this numb?
A feeling that isn't
a feeling at all
But more of a cycle
A burden
A fall
The twang in his voice was just one thing I never got used to
Or tired of
He'd read his poetry out loud
While we sat on his porch
The one with the tin roof
Listening to the rain and sharing a cigarette.
He always had that bluegrass drawl
And that southern twang
And I'll never forget the way his voice sounded
When he rattled off those rhymes
and stole my heart in the process
Sleeping in a ditch isn't so bad...
Having no home isn't so bad
Wandering from place to place really isn't so bad.....
It's the looks I get from people
The whispers from parents
"Oh don't go near that man"
The assumption that I'm somehow more dangerous
More likely to strike
When in reality,
I am more docile than most
Of the people that you have running the show
The ones who took my home and my freedom away.
That's what is bad about being homeless.
Her eyeliner was smudged just a little bit. It was nothing noticeable to most people..... but I have a habit of studying her every detail. Everything about her is just so stunning to me.
Withered was her soul,
Red, bloodshot, her eyes
That smile... it wasn't real.
I could tell....
And the way she tugged at her long sleeves
Making certain that they didn't slide up
She hid something....
Hush now, my little lamb
Don't cry anymore
You see, I'm almost done
It's time to be quiet now
And stop that screaming
Because you're almost complete
My darling, I'm finished
And you've begun to grow cold
But I'll love you like this
As I did when you weren't mine
Your blushing cheeks have lost their tint
The rose colour replaced porcelain
As the blood left your face and slipped
Oh, so gracefully
Onto my floor.
My angel, you've stopped breathing
With those last few breaths you took
You became even more beautiful
Now I can't imagine my life without you
And, now, I won't have to.
I love you so, my little lamb.
he grasped my wrist and pulled me close to him. "why....? why would you do this to yourself?"
my blood was smeared on his t-shirt and all I could think about was that his shirt would be ruined...... and it would just be one more thing that got messed up because of me.
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