Miss Muffet was a girl of thirteen, filled with youth's beauty and charm;
And a love of vibrant life zealous, like eager, vivid thunder of blue alarm.
She was a fine student, pert and popular; like the primrose popularity;
Or stars appearing at the designated hour, sparkling like crystal clarity.
Mary Muffet lived in a small town, with loving parents and her siblings,
Who sympathized with her fear of spiders; like colorful, fall misgivings.
Friends flanked their white picket fence, in fall days of glamour, striking;
......
I’m saying farewell for the third time.
I can hear wind blowing, the bells, they chime.
The first was so sad, it left me in tears,
but the second was joyful, I escaped all my fears!
This time I’m grieving,
crying and leaving.
My childhood dream,
Once felt supreme.
......
Something is rotting inside me.
Nauseatingly sweet release.
I cross the street, looking around.
Safety has a price.
Banana condom taste test.
Red light’s gone out.
Nervous tic motion
......
I wanted it maybe even begged
But once the light reaches you I know what it really means
The want and the need
The adverse effects of loneliness
It's unfortunate that we can say words without any true weight behind them
It's all fun and games in late night shades
Whisky tongues and empty years
The stars curse me and you play out their deed
I know better
I know what I deserve
......
18 years of
“Look after each other,”
Making sure the other was alright
After a small fight or major disappointment
18 years we’ve been together,
Literally since the womb,
Teaching each other and
Knowing everything about one another’s lives
......
Miss Muffet was a girl of thirteen, filled with youth's beauty and charm;
And a love of vibrant life zealous, like eager, vivid thunder of blue alarm.
She was a fine student, pert and popular; like the primrose popularity;
Or stars appearing at the designated hour, sparkling like crystal clarity.
Mary Muffet lived in a small town, with loving parents and her siblings,
Who sympathized with her fear of spiders; like colorful, fall misgivings.
Friends flanked their white picket fence, in fall days of glamour, striking;
......
Something is rotting inside me.
Nauseatingly sweet release.
I cross the street, looking around.
Safety has a price.
Banana condom taste test.
Red light’s gone out.
Nervous tic motion
......
In these empty rooms within these walls,
tells stories and tales of days gone.
Whispers of Indian summers and sepia falls,
nights spent wide awake until dawn.
Floorboards creak and groan with each footstep,
The ghosts and goblins dart around door frames,
collect the guilty souls of promises unkept,
stealing all memories that dare to remain.
......
They brought me into
a broken world.
They told me to make
a better place.
But before I became
an adult,
they blamed me
for their broken world.
And they blamed me
for being broken.
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Today, I am unable.
I’m incapable and unstable,
and if you thought I was ready,
well, give up already!
Today, I am small.
So I’m putting up a tall wall,
you’ll never get to me,
I won’t let you see.
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