I promised you I'd be braver
More confident
But that was to you

Music of the wind
Drum of my own heartbeat
Songs  of the chirping birds
Orchestra of the leave’s rustling
Humming of my breath
Caressing  Mother Earth
Warmth of father sun
Blanketed by soft cloud
Here I come to my solitude
Where the silence speaks
To me always aloud

©️Sobbingsoul

I despise myself for not being someone you could love.

I have written these poems for so long
but now they just feel
forced

"I am a victim, from heaven
Usually, hanging out with depression
And when we're bored we play in fantasy,
Always on the run from, reality."

~
Wandering witches, wave your wands,
lose your limbs of earthly bonds.
Friday the 13th full moon sings
so flex your power and stretch your wings.

Wandering witches, weave your words
to be the bane of beasts and birds.
Hex the hateful with potions of love
Poke the prideful in crestfallen thereof

Sing sisters sing, into the full moon night
never knowing the demon's blight.
Fearful farce and fallen stones
bury the bad in blood and bones.
~