I am my father's daughter
the apple of his eye
that didn't fall too far from his tree
the fruit of the same loom
that I use to weave my web of lies
always shady
like I'm perpetually standing under those branches

I am my mother's daughter
her second cracked egg
that should have grown into a dove
but came out a vulture instead
didn't need a nudge to leave the nest
I was first to fly the coop
a free bird
while the others flew straight into a cage

Now the tree went up in flames
and took the nest with it
and I'm starting to think that
maybe
I was a Phoenix all along
and from the ashes
comes the new soil
that I need
to grow.


*s.mndi

I dream that he is mine,
I dream that he is true,
And all his words I keep
As rose-leaves hold the dew.

O little thirsty rose,
O little heart beware,
Lest you should hope to hold
A hundred roses’ share.

Losing all hope was freedom
You think it's a diesease but
It gave me the confidence to breath
I sit alone in the malignant kingdom

Trying to hit bottom
I try to prolong this condition
Sturring in a boiling *** of contrition
Can't you see my new perpetual phantom?

I'm broken, nobody wants me
Lost in the senseless pages
My internal strom continues to rage
Sitting for days, hungry, in the oldest dragon tree

I'll wait for you, your beauty, so ageless
I'll wait for you atop our favourite tree
We can hold hands and for a second feel free
You make me feel priceless, when I know I'm worthless

I'm A Shamed (not ashamed)