My mind
Ruthless as ever
It's like it has it's own personality
Toying with me whenever
It's dark
It enjoys my tears
It shakes them onto my heart and grabs a fork
It has been like this for years
A harvest
I like to call it
Planting a seed, letting it grow, and then chop
It eats me like a biscuit
A name
For something that eats
For something that nurtures before it destroys
Storm, as it gives me no peace
But why
Enemy and friend
Like black and white, sad and happy, rain and sun
Your always making amends
Just maybe
There is a reason
For your violent behaviour and bad temper
Your more than just a demon
A lesson
I know I'm spot on
To teach that my needs come first before another
Is where I stumbled upon
The one
Who saved me many times
Understands my fears and teaches me through them
You will always be there
And I am grateful for that. As I've felt lonely many times. Communicating in ways I understand best. Nurturing.... and now I've realized that you were not a demon at all guardian angel.
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Life
PoetryA collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the hu...
