I was walking past an old friends house
And there were these beautiful flowers
These magnificent, vibrant flowers
And I was drawn to them like a fly
To a Venus fly trap
Like a bug to a sundew plant
And I reached out, out, out
My fingers caressed the wonderous petals
But I pulled away, away, away
And crimson leaked from my hand
And drip dropped, drip dropped
Staining the pavement beneath me
And as I stared at the cerise pouring down my hand
Like that of a stream falling over a mountain
I had a thought
A wicked, evil thought
And it seemed as though the devil in me had stirred
As I whispered
How perfect this seems
For her to have something that looks so pretty
But is so wretchedly ugly underneath
And as I stood there wallowing
I caught a glimpse of blonde in the window
A sunny yellow that couldn't be matched
So unique
So welcoming
And I saw her smirk at me
Her beautiful smile
Hiding the rotten underneath
And she looked at the red contrasting against my pale skin
Her grin grew
Into a malicious, wicked sneer
And she reached out, out, out
In a mocking wave
And then she walked away, away, away
And then I was walking,
Walking,
Walking.
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Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
