#dived
Kiss me soundlessly.
Or **** me in your sleep.
I've drowned in your madness.
And dived in too deep.
Touch me lovingly.
Or thrill me with your lips.
I've bathed in your venom.
Darling',
it no longer piques.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
I want to run.
Be free.
Be the little girl they see in me,
but plot-twist happen frequently,
opening your eyes to things you didn't see.
Burning the cheerful into your mind.
If only I didn't once leave that behind.
If I could return to those naive, fun days.
But fun was out and sad was in,
so I figured "well okay."
I dived right in,
singeing my skin,
turning me to the pit.
I was told,
"don't follow your instincts",
so I guess this is what I get.
Now I sit alone,
a pitiful lump of coal,
as a dog without bone,
or soccer ball with no goal.
I'm heading to "God knows where"
on a train called "Oopsy Days,"
and when I arrive,
they will all be amazed.
For I am the writer
who will give them a story,
for I am a lighter,
and my flame gives me glory.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC