Three easy, simple words
That I use constantly to him.
Like a mirror thrown to the side,
It shattered my past
Yet its also weaving the threads.
I fear for who I am
Day by day becoming a tortured soul
In the chains of hell for being sinful.
Three easy, simple words
I mumbled into the hour of the beasts
Like silk embalming the cracked heart to ensure that only I can break it again.
I fear for who I am
A mere child causing havoc on her toys
Because I can never be serious
To say those three words and mean it.
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The Unexpected
PoetryA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
