People lie.
Promises are spoken.
People die.
Promises are broken.

Heart shattered like a pane of glass,
the pieces lying there in the grass.
On me, you turned,
by you, I was spurned.
My trust in you, chopped down,
It feels like I drown
in your treason,
I don’t even know your reason
of why you did this to me.
I’m like an amputee,
who lost his half of himself,
how do you live with yourself?
You were the one who caused this
giant abyss
between us.
You threw me under the bus.

Bump, bump
in my skull.
Causing me to slump
while listening to the dull
thump, thump.*
Pressure building in my head,
threatening to break.
these things, I always dread.
This is why it’s called a headache.

I wish
There was no gravity
So people wouldn't get hurt
When there's no one there to catch them

When they fall

©IGMS

Orange, crackling tongues flick,
Trying to find something to lick.
To find something to burn,
to find something to turn
into ashes.
Its heat, creating gashes
in the earth,
causing dearth
in this place,
that was once full of grace,
but is now being blazed,
being razed.

The leaves turning yellow, orange, red,
falling to the ground.
Upcoming winter is to dread.
Leaves, falling all around.

The blazing, burning heat.
The sun, turning the world dry.
The bliss of spring is complete.
The ground, waits for the clouds to cry.