Little, little monster
Do not fear
I'm not here to harm you
Little, little monster
I'm here to help
You can be my friend
Little, little monster
Come on out
From under my bed
Little, little monster
There you are
Don't mind the knife
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
As the sky cries,
I think back on you.
The way I silently broke
myself by loving you.
The way I crossed
my own boundaries
to be in your arms.
It was my own fault.
I should had seen that
our love would never last.
I just wish my feelings
for you would fade as quickly
as you disappeared out of my world.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
Pretty, pretty butterfly,
do not cry.
This is not the end,
so please smile again.
Pretty, pretty butterfly,
you're the strongest of us.
Don't let them hurt you,
instead fly with the wind.
Show them, that you're so much more
than just a pretty butterfly.
- Ris
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
If I'm crying, can I use your shoulder?
Or will you take my hand and show me
your collection of jars stored with
my years of tears?
Will you show me each year
and tell me the stories behind them?
Will we go through each tale to
I'm crying again?
Will you dry my wet eyes and tell me
you have no more room for my tears?
Will you delete my broken memories
to I have no need to cry again?
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC