Champagne GlassHer veins run so deep within her skin,Champagne Glass by simran31
that sometimes she would have to dig them up with a knife
just to prove that they still exist.
There was an entity that resided in the darkest hollows
of the wasteland that is her body.
It came out one night, and
traced its claws across her skin
leaving behind its diseases
in the crevices of her body;
cold and damp.
Now she is rotting
from the inside out-
than a champagne glass
on a forgotten anniversary.
Yet she still breaths through
her crumbling chest,
despite her withering wings,
and bouquet of bruises
that are only as beautiful
as the roses
that didn’t exist.
She still held on to hope
like a tearing rope.
Her breath was stained with tie-dye wishes,
and her heart soared on dandelion petals
across an ocean
of her own inconsistencies.
But there were masterpieces painted beneath her eyelids,
articulate prose of poetry etched into her skin,
and tragic love stories tied to her rib cage.
I wish I could protect you from unk
ReminiscenceThe memories materialized in my head like golden threads.Reminiscence by simran31
I wove them together and made a blanket to keep me warm when I forget.
But your blanket has become tattered, frayed, and worn.
A hole through the seams of our love; its completely torn.
My name is just another loose thread that can’t be sown back in,
You try to remember, but the needle is always too thin.
“Who are you again, love?
The knots in your head are bound so tight,
You’ve even forgotten our youth filled nights.
Now deep creases disrupt the gentleness of your once youthful face,
The gentle moments of childhood are just as fragile as lace.
“Lets stay up till the sun rises.”
Regardless, I wrap my arms around a love I once knew.
Trying to share the warmth of memory with you.
But your skin is ice cold and you cannot remember,
But against the frost of your mind I will never surrender.
“Remember me, please.”
You start to slip away, while our love just lingers,
Like soft fabric running t
The Dead Man on My FloorBroken bones and sallow cheeks,The Dead Man on My Floor by simran31
The body has been there for more than 2 weeks.
It just lies there festering into my wooden floor,
I guess a cup of tea is what I'll pour,
To ignore the stench that can rip through my curtains,
The story is more twisted than any of Tim Burton’s.
His life spilled from him and it has dried red on my wood.
She was naked in my bed, so I shot him where he stood.
The very hands that have touched me, have touched her,
I feel defiled, violated, and I shudder,
At the mere thought of her hand on his face,
Or his hand exploring her lingerie lace.
So the story must end but there’s one more twist,
The last thing I feel is the gun barrel’s kiss.
Daydreams and MemoriesMy minds become a place of aggravation and insanityDaydreams and Memories by Love-the-peace
I don't know which way to turn
I don't know who I want to be any more woah
I used to think this life would be worth it all
I used to hold onto my dreams
I could dream up anything
Daydreams take me away from this place and lift me up again
play in that old place in my mind
that filled with cobwebs overtime
imaginary friends, and sunny summer days
I spent swinging away
Sunlight fill my mind and blind my eyes
scare the darkness away
and let me know everything is fine
tell me everything is worth its ok you'll be ok
woah woah woah woah
Secret thoughts and insecurities shaking up my faith
Stupid hopeless memories remind me of the days
when everything was fine
time spent in open fields catching butterflies
a world away
Daydreams take me from this place and lift me higher
Help me run away from this place that im at
take me away before I lose my hope
I can't hold out anymore
woah woah woah woah x2
As the sunlight fades my
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