A/N: Been a long long while.. I honestly felt a tad bit inspired. Coffee inspires, eh? I've got a lot of stuff up my sleeve, so hopefully I could reveal what seems to be a piece of not only joy, but a sting of agony and lust– desperation. I felt like a little part of me was gone without shedding a little poetry out of this vermillion blood of mine. ;)xX
I perceived you differently
I didn't know your motives
Your motives were one
But I didn't see the devil in your eyes
At least not yet..
I had a slight scratch
On my collar
From your paw and its venom;
–vengeance
Who would've known I cried red
Who would've known I bled black
Who would've known I shed soul..
Still she cries
The little girl in me
After each flu shot
Because I stare at that empty space
Of where you should be standing
I look upon your eyes
Which don't exist in the presence of Lord's light
But only in the devil's sin.
Still she cries
The little girl in me
That stands before a large mirror
And starts reminiscing that time
I left the light on
Because there was a little hope
In my tiny, infallable heart that maybe– just maybe,
My bedroom door would fly open
And you'd walk in with tears
You'd tell me you're sorry
You'd tell me you'd never leave me
You'd tell me you'd stay
But you didn't.
I sit before you today
And give you a piece of my heart
I give you a piece of my air supply
I give you a piece of me–
But it's too late;
For in a couple of days,
I'd be long gone into the wilderness
I'd be long gone into the arms of these clouds
I'd be long gone,
And it would probably never bring me back.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁