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  Apr 2019 Arya
Donall Dempsey
AS ABOVE SO BELOW

Death manifests itself:
'Are you my death? '

Cleopatra asks.

'Ask the asp! '
Death laughs.

'Are you my death? '
Cleopatra asks.

'Don't ask! '
whispers the asp

as the candle flame flickers

and silence kisses the dark.

Death manifests itself:
'Are you my death? '

Cleopatra asks.

'Ask the asp! '
Death laughs.

'Are you my death? '
Cleopatra asks.

'Don't ask! '
whispers the asp

as the candle flame flickers

and silence kisses the dark.
Arya Apr 2019
We shouldn't have met,
I should have walked away.
But I had to stop
To see that beautiful face.
Now,
I understand
This ain't no daydream.
It's more like life
Yeah,
It's more like life.
Don't give a frown
You little Brat
Cuz behind those tears
Is a little smile.
A dark little smile
That always lies
Beneath that tiny little innocent face.

That tiny little innocent face.
Arya Apr 2019
I always wonder what you're doing
Looking for something else to do
I don't give no hoot of what you're thinking
Cuz my mind's not racing after you.

Girl just saying it's all your fault
From what you did a long time to me
You think I'm ever going to forgive you
And that just breaks my heart day by day.

You got to stop
And think about what you're doing.

I got no time to think about your praise.

I understand it's only me that feels this way
But I'm sure
You can understand.
My account has been officially previewed and now I can post poems on here so yay.
Arya Apr 2019
You walk around this place,

like it is your palace.

You act like you are the queen,

when you are just like every other human being.

You smile in front of me,

but you stab me in the back.

You get mad when I do something,

then you turn around and do the exact same thing.

You say that you always get ditched,

then your words get all switched.

You say you want your space,

to get out of your face.

And when I do walk away,

you say you want me to stay.

You attract all the drama

which just adds to my trauma.

You say your a queen,

you are, but only a drama queen.

— The End —