Young and intuitive
But hard headed and ill sensed
Loving and affectionate
But volcanic and disruptiveness
Kind and witty
But also too shy and silly
What do you call her?
A lost soul in her own body
Watching the world go by
Magnifying others highs, to begin feeling low
Low to the dead bottom
Where the skeletons lay, is where she always goes
While the sun still shines down on her
Giving her a guidance to a way out
But her will is so broken and her heart is so shivery
All she knows is misery
So she slips and falls back right to where she feels she belongs
Deep in the ground
No flesh, all bone
Where she imagines she would not know
Anything that would continue to pierce her poor soul
And some of the ache
She brought upon herself
Putting her heart on the shelf because she sees too much good in others that she forgets about who matters, and that is all of herself
Her health, her heart, her whole entire brain
This girl is just insane, and she still does not know who to blame
But thinks again and remembers she is intuitive
And the answer screams the devil is playing ring around the rosey,
Dancing all around me
Wanting her to get burned
Although she never does, the heat strikes very high
And by that time she's already climbing back to sanity, leaving that spiritual immorality
So if the fire cannot touch her
why does she just sit
Oh yeah, its the fear that she will hit to miss
Its the fear of not knowing if she will have this monster conquered held by his throat, helpless and cold in less than a year or so
Cause time is ticking and shes not getting any younger
Time is ticking, its no time for getting dumber
Its not time to get numb,
Its time she finds herself
And shows the devil who really won
Who knows how to win, how to fight, how to swim
Because i am a mermaid, and i rule the sea
I am the air that knows how you breathe
I am the sun that knows your body temperature
I am the winds that can send you all sorts of pressure
I am the mountains that will not collapse
And i am with god who would never let that monster get a pass
So who wins? Is it me?
yes,
Cause at the end of the day, i am the one who got back up and is moving forward, humble and free
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
You wanna feel the burn of the words of your language
Then come at me sideways and we’ll only be speaking my language
I am too soft for words of sphere
So do not come for me because i am the one who knows what hurts the most
I can look at you and know what will bruise you and what words will haunt you like them ghosts
So come for my emotions only if you are looking for sleepless nights
My words are piercing, a nuisance, and displeasing
Just a comet of pain coming in vein
All because you distracted a gentle sleeping lioness
Now you must pay while i stand up towards you with my iron chest
My explosive words
My heated sentences
You wouldn't be able to fight them even with your best blessings
Cause i am karma
If karma is not me
Just **** with me
And we will see if you agree
That i am not the one whose emotions should be tampered with
I am wildly dangerous
You poke at my sadness, you poke at my peace
And you are not leaving without taking your destruction, that you thought you would leave with me
That is crazy and bold
You do not mess with the Queen of Scold
Only if you want to feel burning searing cold
So be careful and wise at the words you use with me
When we are chatting and spending time
Because at any given moment the situation could flip
And you would wish that you never met me
So hurt, you will just dip
That is what i thought
My words too hot
So keep it moving or stay in your **** spot
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC