Ever thought of callin', darlin'?
I met someone,
who is every bit a sinner as me.
Whose grin reminds me
of the burning fires of hell
and whose words are as if
written by Sylvia Plath herself.
You see, when I'm all alone -
the good shows
through the cracks in my armour.
But when we are together,
all signs of purity are erased,
because we live in unrepenting sin.
You see, when I'm with them,
I am out there, ready,
to take on the world.
So even if the price to be paid
is walking the wider road -
I do not mind.
Because the last time I saw you,
You were sinking back into the shadows,
laughter echoing in your ears.
-《♡》-
I desperately need to get my shit together. Sylvia Plath is a fucking goddess (I'm wondering if this is the ideal thing to say).
Also, it's not even been a month and I'm already halfway through the number of chapters my last book reached over the span of two years (I think). Yay me!
YOU ARE READING
My Beloved Raven,
شِعرRavens smell weakness; they wait for you to die, so that they can feed on you. This one's for my raven, who I sometimes love and sometimes hate. You make me feel so many things. You make me human.
