Her pleas were a song Continuous, poignant and long For who would hear her inaudible pleas? Chained up in a tower, pleading for keys
The tune was a lullaby No matter how much anyone was to try The songbird was imprisoned by the immortal agony and revel She’d made a deal with the devil
Not knowing of his penalties and tricks She knew what’s done is done and blunders are difficult to fix Though even to the most oblivious it was clear That she was to waste the rest of her immortal life in fear
And so, as she seemed to her subjects as mighty and great Her own verdicts, her foolishness and actions were like a hefty weight She wore them under her own skin Incapable to bear her own sin
Her reflection was something she could not see For all she sought to do was to get rid of its provoking face and flee Her soul had been sold For everything around it, was damp and cold
The devil is not someone rational they told her Alas she did not heed, therefore misfortune she did stir The contract was inscribed in blood And now she was a fearful flood
No one heard her soundless cries And saw her endless tries No one heard her hushed pleas And saw her heart freeze
But her soul had been imprisoned in everlasting misery And all she had was an aftertaste that felt bitterly The bitterness of life Had cut into her humanity with a knife
All she ever aspired was to find meaning Not turn out to be demeaning Or be the motive people sealed their doors at night
And why men carried guns with fright
She may have been the fiend of the town With a malicious crown But all she craved to be was an angel with wings Though all she did was dangle from the devil’s strings
November 2016 We were the best of friends loving and caring for each other since day 1 We used to have so much fun But then he came along And you left me You don’t know about the power that you have on my emotions. You walk away with him, Leaving me confused while you go along careless and carefree not thinking about the consequences that it will have on me I walk to where we always hung out Talking about something that didn’t even make sense but made us laugh hysterically You choose him over me even though you’ve known him for a few days you’ve known me for a few years but that doesn’t seem to matter to you I feel as if when you walked away with him you went past a garbage can and threw away all we had, all we had made, For him, a stranger in OUR world OUR world, oh the good old days Now OUR world consists mostly of me trying to put on the mask of happiness that I once had when we were together But now all my real feelings are in that trash can you walked past with him You barely know him but are making out with him and you don’t even have the time to say goodbye because apparently you have plans with him I don’t want to hurt you I am happy for you But this, this is not ok You’ve changed Not because of life but because of him He does bad things that I know you would try because you fall so easily You fall and im trying to move the obstacles that are making your journey hard I tried to move this one but you, You wanted it to stay, you were ok Ok with it I don’t really think you thought about it but I warned you So this time when you fall im not going to be there, I will want to be there for you but Im not going to, im going to let you move this obstacle by yourself I love you
I think my heart is beginning to heal, I’m doing all that I can. Writing and looking inside myself, realizing I might never understand. Some people are meant to teach us lesson, however painful it may be. It’s a part of life that happens when something is missing we fail to see.
Like a clock that isn’t working quite right,running too slow,or too fast. Someone you think is sticking around suddenly becomes a part of your past. Your head is spinning; your heart is left wounded, and still you have to go on. The clock in your life just needed adjusting, with you there isn’t anything wrong.
My heart will keep beating; my mind will recover, even though it feels like a lie. I believe and I know time heals all wounds,even though all I do is cry. If I get some meaning, or value, I know I will walk away stronger. The beliefs that I had, and things I held close, are standards I now have to ponder. They say if you don’t remember what you have learned, then you’ll have to repeat it. I don’t care to repeat this mistake; it would be just like stepping in ****.
I began to resent every second of your company To end up with the other woman to many, a dream? A bitter nightmare. Drenched in self loathing for my actions I began to slowly abhor you. Ticking my eyes over you, scouring every inch with hate Removing your facade, Every arrogant word you spat, Your gluttonous ways Superficial, Lack of depth. I detest you