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Bugs Spencer Feb 2020
I can feel it
the poison spreading
I need you to
fall into my lies
No-one knows what's going on
They don't think I need help
Do you see it?
the poison spreading
Doctor, doctor!
You're killing me slow
Bugs Spencer Jan 2020
I trusted you
I thought you spoke truth
I now know
You only whispered lies
Filling up my head with deceit
Now you can sleep in the street
I'm feeling worthless
Because you broke your promise
You spent the night in someone else bed
I trusted you not to cheat
But I was just a piece of cake to you
Now your just a piece of meat
to me, to me, to me
Bugs Spencer Jan 2020
A tiny speck in the deep dark mass
Thousands of miles between me and you
You, a burning ball of gas lighting up the sky
I am only a girl laying out on the grass
Watching above I made a wish to fly
Fly to see all the wonderful stars
To see how they shine and burn

I counted the stars as years passed
Now I'm here lying on the ground
My wrinkled hands clenching
As I stared out my window I asked
"When my heart stops let me go to space as a bright star"
drenching in sweat as I waited for the pain to leave
I closed my eyes before I let my last breath pass my lips

Now I burn bright above so many
I watch over my Jenny
My family burns bright with me
My happiness aplenty
Bugs Spencer Jan 2020
So many colors
The sweet taste of lovers
I remember all those warm summers
Chasing boys, boys chasing me
Tones of oranges, reds, and yellows
Cold then came riding on the wind
Soon came the glare on snow
The sun could make me go blind
I fell in love with that slow flow
Too soon though a boy burned my colors away
Bugs Spencer Jan 2020
It was stormy that night
Rain pouring down
Soaking my once dry, warm dress

I was running
He was cunning

I was a known fighter, yet I didn't fight
He came around
Gently taking me in his arms, a mess

He told me he was a king
he could turn my mess into a queen

I wanted my future to be bright
So I asked to leave this town
It was a yes as long as I confessed

So I did
I'm a runner because I have no home
All I've ever known is how to be alone
I wish to leave and roam
I'm an orphan I have no-one
So king of death
please take me soon
Bugs Spencer Jan 2020
I'm infected
I'm trying to deal with the pressure
I'm trying to deal with deppression
Listen to my confession
All I have is this aggression
Perfection is my obsession
Art is my only self-expression
Do not question
my senses of direction
I know I must make progression
oh look at the the time
I have to go in for my teary session
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