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Lethabo Aug 2016
The demons are mocking us
We part of a deal
They let our souls rust
It could never be real

If we could just, just wake up...
Maybe the light would shine brighter upon our souls.
Lethabo Aug 2016
Its not me who hurts people..
Its my jealous heart that shuts them away
I want to be kind
But its not part of me
I'd love to be with you
but I was made to be a loner.
To cry on cold nights wishing there would be someone with me!
Someone who won't lie to me or use me.
Someone who will care enough
be real to me!
But I'm afraid to fall
What if it exist in my mind only...this whole thing love and affection!
Maybe everyone is as cold as I am...wishing there could be light to meltdown the ice!
Believe me I try to be nice
But that's just a silent cry my dear heart.
Lethabo Aug 2016
Jump around like old Timmy boy..
That's me, and I'm your toy.
You pitch it into the air
You don't really want it.
Honey you just playing throw
I'm I the ball in your court?

A want not a need
Smiles when they in your face...
Honey you just decreasing the pace
Then why did we even speak?

It comes rolling back
Don't let it hit you hard
With its warmth and hurtful feelings!
Don't let it tear you apart...
The tears
Are rolling down
The pride isn't playing hide
Its happening
The ball is coming back!

. So?
You caught it?
Why did you do that?
Ohh honey you just using it, lets call it a hobby!
A hobby? Wow!
Honey you just full of obvious surprises, huh?!?

It was just a bouncy ball to you..
And, to me, it was just my heart falling for you!
Someone once said
That only once you've lost everything
Are you free to accomplish anything

Well I've lost everything
And I'm still waiting for my freedom
To find me

If I can accomplish anything
Why can't I go back to the way things were
before I lost it all?
Lethabo Aug 2016
Midnight hour
My thoughts are sour
I wish I could fly, but no one told me I had the power.

The sky is dark
The stars are silent
Midnight hour you've taken their lives.
You hold the secrets of the witches.
But midnight hour you've listened to my wishes.

The air is thick.
Innocent souls are taken from this hour.
Why you so sick?
Don't you know God has the power!

I sit and think to myself
Why is it just to myself
Why do you have such loneliness, let's blame the hour.

— The End —