Her father was a drunkard
I always wonder if her mother
Would still be alive
If her father wasn't a drunkard
I can't stop wondering if she
Would still be a little happy child
With only one big problem in her
Tiny little head.
I can't stop blaming myself
For not being able to stop her from visiting
The place where her mother went.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Little catchy tune
Playing in my head all day
I said come over
And you said Really? But where?
Than
I started to shout something
I thought you heard me
but
unfortunately
I remembered it's a game
You're not here
And that's indeed a shame
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
it took you an eternity
to come across me
but still I wonder
were you even searching?
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
it's not the name you're given
it's the thing you do with your name
that counts
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
Maybe it wasn't just quite enough
watching you breathe
and admiring a Miracle
like heathens beholding sanctum
when it appears
for the very first time,
right in front of their eyes..
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
Only if I could have
all the power
in this world!
I would spin around
almost as If I were
vinyl.
But
a little frightened I am
that I may be broken
so the
world
will wither out of
boredom
because, f**k it
it was expecting
a musical
spectacle.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Like a blisfull day
in a painter's hand
sunset
portrayed me.
The truth
was almost as transparent
as my brand new scarf
that she left me
when she was
leaving
I was standing there
strangling my thoughts
with my bear hands
the feeling was
obscure
there wasn't any blood
there was nothing
just me.
The killer
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC