A wife to speak is a witch to ruin your hell you think,
Even though you don't realise you're sitting in hell,
That you try to put us in and burn us with the fire of unfairness.
Feel the heat growing on your skin with every inch I move away
If a witch is my mother and a devil my dad, what makes it me to be?
A fucked up crying creature overwhelmed and overwrought,
By every bit of terror created by a family of forces.
I'm trying to cast the witch's spells upon the devil who gave out fury to me.
The flame he gave to me is not for me to control,
but for him to be destroyed by if he seeks destruction in me.
Not knowing that he walks around noticing somethings off,
But unable to fix let alone see me burning.
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Nothing But Thoughts
ŞiirWhere do our thoughts go if we don't write them down? They get lost. This is a selection of some poems that I wrote when I felt the urge to write them down before I forget what I thought of. Enjoy reading 🌙✨
