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Jenna James Jul 2016
In the current, we be sailin'
Makin’ way for the settin' sun
No care for where we goin'
No thought for what we done

She be the star to guide me
She be my mornin’ sun
She be there to greet me
When my life be done
Bingley Toppet
Jenna James Apr 2016
You lead me down an aisle of roses.
Leading was always your favourite game.
Deceiving me with your candy mouth,
You lead me down an aisle of shame.
Simple times breed simple thoughts,
Like it was all in my head
And the answers will be questioned in your bed

And i hope she doesn't love you back.
I hope she doesn't love you back.
~lyrics~
Jenna James Apr 2016
These toxic lies
Dripping from your lips
Making words that hurt
About her skin and hips
I know they aren't true
But, I can play too
Listening and baiting
Your poison sedating
So in this game of two
I must ask who the liar is
Me or You?
Jenna James Jul 2016
Greet me at the door, in the silence of the night
When I'm slipping into bed under darkness and fright
Come to me in the complicated hour, at my rock bottom
Hit me in my moment when I finally forgot him

Then, kiss me on the cheek in the pouring rain
Hold me at dawn when I can't handle the pain
Pick me up and tell it to me straight
Liberate me when I can feel my fate

Never leave me empty, an emotionless tomb
Of empty thoughts, dust and no broom

For that, dear mind, is my biggest fear
Empty with lost ideas, that I held most dear
Jenna James Apr 2016
I am dark
I am light
I am the mysterious alley
I am the blind given sight
I am a writer of princes
Witches and Kisses
I am a writer of hurt
Nightly whispers and hisses
Mostly I am a creator,
A dabbler and a curator
I desire your tears
Of laughter and fright
Feeding on your emotions
To keep down the commotion
Of the voices in the night.

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