They all know you
Better than I ever could
They say you hid your feelings
Beneath a heavy hood

They say the rope took you
Or was it you who took the rope
As a child I'd sit at home
All I could do was hope

She says you left by your own accord
She screams it time and again
It is like your rope left her mind
Coated in red wine stains

When you left he came along
A temper in his fists
Like the thunder rumbled in his voice
And often she'd assist

If what we had was real, why does it feel so wrong?

You never noticed me, until I decided to play along.

But then you got too rough, I had to push you away.

But my heart you had took, now I'm doomed to stay.

Everyone around me wanted you, but you chose me.

Now I'm asking myself what did you see...in me?

Looking back, I wasn't interesting, not in the least.

But I guess I had to intrigue your interests at least.

But you pulled me into depression.

With your streaks of aggression.

But I didn't learn my lesson.

Now im covered in suppression.

Anything I say, and anything I do.

Could be the end of me...

but not the end of you.

If what we had was real, why does it feel so wrong?

You never noticed me, until I decided to play along.

But then you got too rough, I had to push you away.

But my heart you had took, now I'm doomed to stay.

Tear-stained pillow.
Crimson sheets.
A broken heart at rest.
A troubled mind at peace.

Weeping willow,
mighty tree.
No longer bound by your own roots.
Fallen yet free.

As the river takes you on your journey.
The machine that cut you keeps on turning.
We are but single grains in the shifting sands of time.
A flame that burns and fades in the blink of an eye.

I've been waiting for you here.
I'm your protector, have no fear.
My darkness hides you from the demons.
No pain, no anguish. No more reasons to cry those tears.

You lie so still now,
wrapped in velvet sheets.
Photograph clutched to your chest.
Snow-white cheeks.

A smile that never fades.
No furrowed brow.
Those emerald eyes no longer betray you.
All's peaceful now.

Don't grieve for the ones you left behind.
They all will understand in time.
Those who loved you most take comfort that you're free.
Your ever-youthful ghost lives on in memory.

I've been waiting for you here.
I'm your protector, have no fear.
My darkness hides you from the demons.
No pain, no anguish. No more reasons to cry those tears.

Weeping willow,
sacred tree.
No longer bound by your own roots.
Fallen yet free.

Gaslight
Deanna Sabou

My sanity was denied when I remained truthful,
And so was my intelligence.
The scars wreak havoc on my body in endlessness.
The bruises were difficult to hide, and so were the tears;
My identity withered away and all that was left were my fears.
The mirror on my wall could not recognize the pale skeletal image,
Because she was so far away and the once golden girl was now conquering a deep scrimmage.
Against all odds, in the end I won;
The roses finally grew from my thorns, and my future has just begun.
For now, you are locked in your own isolated cell;
My scars have recovered and I now wish you well.
You being embarrassed of yourself was quite the rare site,
But now I finally took your opportunity, to ignite the gaslight.

you, lips sewn shut
learned from it from your mother
raised a bible thumper
she loved her Jesus
you followed right behind her

one day you found
the man who unwound you
with his seem ripper hands

where did all your thoughts go
where did all your jesus go

stuffing covers the floor
soaks up all the blood
pour some more wine

might as well take communion
while you drown.

Let me paint my kitchen in bright colours,
Let the morning light bounce off oranges and yellows.
Let me paint each bathroom tile with abandon,
And let each windowsill hold life.
I will build homes for my literature and
The walls will collect memories.

Leave the door open and the floor clean,
Leave the garden wild and the drawers crowded.
Let the wood have character and the rugs have texture.
Take care and let be.

You common idiom!
Just a manner of speaking that is natural to native speakers of a language.

Why do you feed the hand that bites?
Why do your words speak louder than your action?
Why do you add injury to insult?
Why is your bark on the right tree?

Why are you sad to see the back of?
Why do you accept the worst of both worlds?
Why are you chewing more than you bit off?
Why are you covering for a judgemental book?

Why do you lie over spilt milk?
Why do you give the doubt of the benefit?
Why do you keep something at bae?
Why do you let laying dogs sleep?

Do you not see?
You're torturing yourself
There is no method to your madness,
and your method sure is mad!

That picture paints a thousand words
and the one's you are writing have much more worth!
I know I'm playing the devil's advocate,
but you're off your rocker if you keep beating around the bush.

Don't miss your boat
or you'll miss happiness
A long story short,
another's narcissism is not your riddle to rhyme