Between the freshly picked flowers, and my never ending thoughts. I found a place to leave my dreams, So that when I find myself wandering, Into unknown scapes of remembrance, I can throw away petals that spell my name. I’ll stand by the water, my hands full of flowers, and I’ll throw them into their graves. Knowing that one day when it all turns around, They’ll be reborn and I’ll pick them again. I’ll drift off to sleep and dream of the bay where I would let them go all over again.
Heed and Repent fear Wrath thou shalt Regret Slow to Vent Pay thy rent Those bent befriend Cautioun him who chooses defense Lend family a helping hand Live off the land Thou are Kings and Queens as the Lord does command Thus hear my crys Lessen demands wisely take a stand
after the last autumnal rainfall has washed away the remnants of the hurtful summer past and with it, any residual feelings of want or desire for you this gloriously mixed with the diversion of my eyes and recalibration of my heart's attention i'm still left with this feeling of resentment and betrayal at your hands which once knotted so seamlessly in mine
it is from this deeply ingrained feeling that i know with crestfallen certainty that i will never call you a friend no, but you will merely be faintly etched in my memory as a blemish, a person that i trusted only to have that trust forged into a dagger and relief that i did not give you any more of myself with which you could sharpen it
it is from this realisation that i am forced to redefine the trough of this wave called love highlighting the lowest depths of emotional exploitation where you expose yourself, bearing your chest open to another, so that they can have your heart in its entirety but you encounter the true nature of another's character
a character that you may have only seen glimpses of, if anything but one that will form their final portrait in that dark unvisited corner of your mind for as long as your memory will care to retain it for the only beauty in betrayal is the subsequent clarity that it entails