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  Jun 2016 AK93
Happynessa
When all that glitters is not gold
And valleys mist your open eyes
Call me , for my own magic wings
Can fly you to clearer sunnier skies

If the black dog is again on your back
And all you feel is the darkest grey
Call me ,for my own magic heart
Can beat your fears , calm your day

When your sense of perception
Has hidden all that you you've got
Call me , for my own magic eyes
Will show you all that you've forgot

When your days are  never-ending
And your  nights are hard sharp steel
Call me ,for my own magic angel
Tender love for you is all I feel
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AK93 Jun 2016
This has clearly progressed past what you had prepared
So now you're stalling, silent, and quite simply scared
But this is what you wanted, so go and take a chance
I swear you're gonna make it, it's all in your hands
AK93 Jun 2016
I want to know what it means to be free
To grow up strong and start a family
I'd like a house somewhere deep in the trees
And a big warm bed for you to share with me
I want to play my part
I want to create art
I'd love to publish my words in a children's book, something parents might read to put their kids to sleep
I want to express myself without restraint
And I'd really like to do good without needing thanks
AK93 Jun 2016
Lately I've been punishing myself so indiscriminately, for every mistake I make one thousand lashes slash into memory

I scathe myself and I berate myself and I chain myself and I slay myself and I hang myself and I flay myself and I **** myself
*and I hate myself
AK93 Jun 2016
I've barely been able to think whenever you've been around, and I could rarely speak more than two words to you between these past two weeks. Things are changing at such a rapid rate and I don't know if I can keep up with your elevated pace, and when we're both in the same place I feel like I've drifted beyond the bounds of space
AK93 Jun 2016
There's a little voice ringing loudly in my head, screaming stay under your covers or else you'll wind up dead. His silent sound will drown out any doubt that I can ever do without leaving the safety of my house.
AK93 Jun 2016
If you come over, I'll clutch my rabbits foot and my four leaf clover, I'll throw a pinch of salt over my shoulder then break my leg ten times over, and if I generate enough luck you'll pity me enough to ****
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