Might look innocent,
but you'll never know
how many are buried
behind these doe eyes.
Why drugs,
when this angel
can drive you wild
with just a look?
And trust me, dear—
you’ll love the madness.
You ask,
"Why you?"
Because my pearl
got lost
deep in the ocean.
Too sad—
you can't dive that far
to find something
that was always meant
to be missing.
This heart eats too.
Trauma weighs heavy—
even my ribs
struggle to carry it.
I think the charm
in my soul
was a secret gift
from my God—
a quiet light
that draws you in.
Who else could lure
a human heart
toward the cold moon?
Too bad,
you can’t escape me.
Let this spider
enjoy her butterfly.
They call me toxic,
call me cold—
but they were drowning
too deep
in the silence
to hear my cries
in that small, locked room
built from lies
and betrayal.
I could be your Cinderella—
but the shoes of my soul
will always remain
lost.
~BLUE HOUR
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 12:26 PM UTC
Might look innocent,
but you'll never know
how many are buried
behind these doe eyes.
Why drugs,
when this angel
can drive you wild
with just a look?
And trust me, dear—
you’ll love the madness.
You ask,
"Why you?"
Because my pearl
got lost
deep in the ocean.
Too sad—
you can't dive that far
to find something
that was always meant
to be missing.
This heart eats too.
Trauma weighs heavy—
even my ribs
struggle to carry it.
I think the charm
in my soul
was a secret gift
from my God—
a quiet light
that draws you in.
Who else could lure
a human heart
toward the cold moon?
Too bad,
you can’t escape me.
Let this spider
enjoy her butterfly.
They call me toxic,
call me cold—
but they were drowning
too deep
in the silence
to hear my cries
in that small, locked room
built from lies
and betrayal.
I could be your Cinderella—
but the shoes of my soul
will always remain
lost.
~BLUE HOUR
