It's a bad idea for me to love you especially when your heart is missing

& when I peep the ocean, it's not even worth fishing

I'll love you forever but to me, forever isn't that long

I don't ever wanna be right if loving you is wrong

I feel it when you smile but it's a pain to see you cry

& as much as I desire that role, I know I'll never be that guy

This scar upon my hand
A, one time, hopeful plan

A promise left unkept
Now poison's my affect

Small, wet, and
Buried
Trying hard to remember
I am a seed
Buried is where I need
To be

Under the moon's soft, silvery glow,
A white spider weaves its porcelain thread,
Amidst lavender blooms that gently sway,
In the night's tender breath, delicately spread.

Elegant limbs trace a whispered dance,
Across petals that dream of the Lethe's serene flow,
A river of forgetting, where old sorrows fade,
Yet here, in this garden, memories gently grow.

Each movement is a testament to nature's grace,
In the lavender's embrace, a tranquil romance,
Where time pauses, and the heart finds rest,
As the white spider spins its eternal trance.

© fey (20/07/24)

so stubborn,
and generous,
it falls
            drop by drop,
it falls
          in the battle like kings,
bringing (us) tears for a feast

I am not sure why I bother
To connect to others

~It only leaves me feeling shame-
-A mess, a wreck, a ball of flame~

It all's a bit too much
To stumble about without crutch

Take
The winter -
Turn it
Into summer

Take
The moon -
Turn it
Into the sun

Take
The chicken fat
Out of
The soup and

Ask me,
Sarc-less,
"What's left
To be done?"