SKATER
Your fingers curl white
Encasing the wood.
You cut me off.
"I deserve it," you spit blackly.
Silver skates on pink
And I can't stop the red.
Your irises flare,
Flaunting their emerald hue.
Silver skates on pink
And I can't stop the red.
Fear stalls my mind,
Fogging in a blue haze.
Silver skates on pink
And I can't stop you.
And yet as terrified as I am,
I may join you soon.
I'm sorry I abandoned Wattpad for so long! *cringes*
But
(yes, there is a but)
@Marauders4ever and I have been talking story *wink*
and we maybepossiblymight be starting another collab
But
(yes, another but, I know)
Due to schedules and family doings and general availability, we can't promise DA or our new working will be up any time within the next month *cringes again*
~Liz
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Butterflies
PoetryEmotions are like butterflies, gnawing at your stomach lining, filled with nerves. They lie dead, filled with grief. They escape, filled with hope. Blossoming into a reigning monarch in success and happiness.
