I’ve begged
I’ve pressed
I’ve surely bothered
I’d raise
That child
I never fathered
And Now
I place my words
Where you can see
In hopes one day
You return to me
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 1:09 AM UTC
I sail alone on the hopeless sea
With just the stars to fill my view
You are a firework that lit up my sky
now the smoke is just the memory of you
In that moment, you gave me sight
But now it’s darker than before
My lonesome shadow adjusts in my eye
just me and the stars, forevermore
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
Does it scare you to be a muse?
Does it give you joy to be idolized?
A sick satisfaction to possess this power?
I felt a feeling.
Gave it a name.
But you weren't there.
So
I'll be the one explaining you.
Yes, that is the real power.
Yes. I can stir.
But not my idol.
Not my muse.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
When we die
all we are not,
we shed.
So our goal
in life
should be
to die,
before
we are
dead.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC