You Reap What You Sow
A sentiment that never quite stuck.
I did what I would-
Consequences were a punishment
for villains more obvious
than the sweet girl I played.
But the real world is not so biased,
peeling away the masks I wore
You Lay in the Bed You Make
But my pillow is filled with thorns,
and my blanket is thread-bare.
The mattress is layered with spiders' webs
and the chill never abates.
I long for the One to warm my soul...
But it's been years since another has lain so close
For I sow seeds of deceit
and when they bloom
the fruit is bittersweet
and the stems cannot bear weight.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
You Reap What You Sow
A sentiment that never quite stuck.
I did what I would-
Consequences were a punishment
for villains more obvious
than the sweet girl I played.
But the real world is not so biased,
peeling away the masks I wore
You Lay in the Bed You Make
But my pillow is filled with thorns,
and my blanket is thread-bare.
The mattress is layered with spiders' webs
and the chill never abates.
I long for the One to warm my soul...
But it's been years since another has lain so close
For I sow seeds of deceit
and when they bloom
the fruit is bittersweet
and the stems cannot bear weight.
You get only what you deserve.
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