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Here I am again,
I try to say it all, I really do.
The Dutch word for relationships
means the same as 'something that happens to you'.
Clearly, it is a blatant lie.
Curse thee, my puppeteer!
But when I look up,
I see the strings strung tight
around fingertips of mine.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Don't look back to me like that at all.
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I feel like there is a summer
To come but yet long gone
But I trapped myself
In a perpetual dawn,
Expecting midday
There is a body in the water
Its blueish cold and bare
It seaths, shrieks and screams but
In its lungs there is no air

There is a body in the water
Hands choked tight its neck
Can't speak, can't lift his head,
so now it only stares

There is a body in the water
And I threw it in there
I hated the way it talks, it walks,
It sees and breathes and speaks,
But most I hated the way it
loves and what it needs.

There is a body in the water
Someday it will come up again
That's when I fill my lungs with air.
And say to them: I am.

— The End —