Tell me I’m not stupid for allowing myself to feel, searching out for the next wound before letting the former heal, I’ve been convincing myself that the invisible path is real, but it’s not wide enough for two; one can stand and one can kneel.
If there’s anything in this world that tightens my chest, it’s the moment I am strangled by vulnerability. I keep it chained away to the very best, to the very best of all my abilities. Take all those thrown away phrases and piece them back together to hit my ears it’s funny how the long silence still amazes, amazes me after all these quiet years.
Are you Sonic the hedgehog, ‘cause this is a chaos emerald. Wipe away the tears to see the fog, my world shakes when once it trembled. I’ve got an easy road ahead of me where the path could be so easy, but I’m drawn to walk into the sea, I wish that instinctive pull would leave me.
We humans are such destructive creatures we turn soil to scorched earth with just one touch. It’s the curse of emotions and all it features, makes us decline a cast and accept a crutch. We fall prey to our monsters like a disease, do I pick life support or a clean cut cure? A solid steel spine or weak and shaking knees? Toxic lungs or a gasp of air too pure?
Should I swallow this gulp of mundane routine conform and erase all individuality? The white picket fence in photographs is so pristine but it’s covered in dust and mold the naked eye can’t see.
My storybook ending is incomplete as I didn’t much care for the ending. I traded in tragedy instead of something sweet, ‘cause I’ve never been so good at pretending. All along there are holes both in the souls and plot, and I wish to roll but can’t afford the toll as empty hands are all I got
I am asked so many times Do I love this man of mine My answer is there for all to see For in my heart I hold a key But now the years are rolling by, My oh my how time do fly I think about it long and hard, Our life together, so unmarred I ask myself do I love him still And answer yes I love him still But another question hangs in tow Am I in love? I answer no.... To be in love is to be obsessed With *** and lust and a cosy nest To be in love is for new affairs, For holding hands and hidden lairs. No No! I am not in love not now but once I was and this is how. My man and me we fell in love Walking hand in hand together. Swore our vows and led each other Let no man put our love asunder
like spoiling bread my control is beginning to crumble I use to be so strong I could walk for days But I blindly ran due to being afraid and now all my legs do is stumble I'm dying to cry out release the toxins in my head but my words never pass a mumble