Emancipation of our soulful deliverance
The crucifixion of our sought for salvation...
With cliche lines and melodies
Ill express the things I cannot say...
I saw you today
And I felt anger rise...
Play an invisible piano,
sitting on this purple couch...
Attention to detail
in a white washed, smoothed out room...
It is silent, all too silent
Even deep within my bones...
I'm tired of hoping.
Tired of wishing...
The bleach falls to the ground
Spilling free, cleaning dirt...
In a corner of the universe,
a place where the young can touch the stars...
I don't want to be that girl again,
I don't want to go back to how i used to be...
You are the mother of seduction
The procreator of destruction...
Simple little poems,
jokes etched in a wrist...