#marceline
"Oh marceline, my marceline,
what is it about a little sun's sheen
that scares you?"
"Is it that burn-at-touch like snow
or that slug-like swimming from below?"
"That shadow is no omen's crow --
and those little sunbeams shrill for a home."
"Let them sneak into your thighs, artery, vein,
and declare the black to cast a blacker rain."
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
It hurts when you're forgotten by someone you care for
That you remember them and all that they did for you
You spend there waiting
Only for time to pass and the pain to dull
Meeting new friends and experiencing new things
Only for them to possibly forget you too
You're honestly prepared for that day but until then, you live in the now
Do my voice reaches your ear?
Do my word have any meaning?
Do I mean anything to you?
I'll wait for your answer as I wait for you to remember me
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC