Here in her lonely At a quarter past three When the sun still sleeps, Sadness reigns her in Enveloping this child Devoid of self-worth She’s oddly comforted In Sadness’s presence, Safe in arms that she was Unaware could hold her At this dark, ungodly hour, Sadness became her mother, Rubbing love into her back While tucking a strand Of her hair behind her ear As it whispered sweet dreams Sadness wraps around her back, Pushing for a confession That she was too afraid to give So here in her lonely At a quarter past three When the sun still sleeps She releases those stifled tears That became oceans over time Drowning in her insecurities Sadness was her only lifeline
She was lonely at night, She was lonely during the day, She felt lonely tonight, She felt lonely everyday.......
A snake will always be a snake No matter how much you want it to change You cannot will something to change When it is comfortable in its skin A snake will scour the terrains of this earth, Slithering on its underbelly to patiently wait For the perfect opportunity to present the perfect victim A bite that strong will never infuse you with honey, Sweetening your veins like a cup of coffee No, a snake will permeate you with venom Traveling through your blood like a wildfire, Spreading its poison as fast it can Burning everything from the inside out Hoping to **** you in an instant It feeds on the tragedy for breakfast But savors the pain for dinner Accept the nature of its ways Because trust is foreign to a snake Believing its heart can be thawed and saved Is a waste of time When its wickedness and deceit Are the only things that can keep it alive
Long time, no post :P I found a writing prompt online where I had to include three specific words: snake, honey and thaw! I hope you guys like the end result of this!
I'm not staying, it's my blame. I'll leave the innocent; I'm not the same. I've got blood on my hands. Pressure to understand. You're right. You've always been. I tend to forget. I won't bother you, still my existence bothers me. My mind smothers me. The nights scare me; comfort is scarce. The dark makes things worse, and this silence hurts. It can be so loud, the noise of nothing. The sounds of your thoughts, utterly isolated. I love y'all; but I don't love me. I can't live up to what you all think of me-