Books should not be judged by their cover,
And the same goes for me.
My looks are deceptive.
Ivy is my name.
So I fool around,
Act indifferent, but,
I am a silent spectator.
You tease me,
You taunt me,
I won't say a word.
Not because I can't
But because I am busy plotting against you.
I have an upper limit.
I dare you to cross it.
If you do, I won't be responsible for what
I'll do next.
I will slash you.
I will stab you.
I will wipe my dagger clean
And watch you bleed.
And when they come to get me,
I'll lean over your lifeless face
And whisper-
"You know what's more lethal than poison?
Poison Ivy."
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
If I were you,
I would have spared a glance,
At that woman who,
If had the chance,
Would have shown the world what she could be,
Had she not been robbed of her dignity.
If I were you,
I would have noted,
How she was walking past the crowd,
Cold and unnoticed.
If I were you,
I would have thought,
Why she wouldn't smile
Even when the Sun was up?
If I were you,
I would have seen
How people were avoiding the dirt,
Thinking themselves to be squeaky clean.
If I were you,
I would have noticed
The longing in her eyes,
Dejected and melancholy.
And if I were you,
I would have gone to see
How it was only but her gaze that was with me.
She would have just smiled,
At my concerned eyes,
Because that's all she could do.
And if I were you,
I would have known,
Magic cannot be created by words alone.
And so I would have hugged her,
And watch her cry in joy.
Such wonders a little gesture such as this could do,
Who knew?
If only I were you...
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC