strip me of my halo
and smash my smile to smithereens
there is no point playing hero
when all you want is for me to crumble.
there is no power in what you think you have
there is no pain in the words you bring
and yet my lips still feel the stains of blood
among my endless shadowed smiles
there is too much to know
but my heart will continue to breathe
as this is my rabbit hole of truth
and my dreamscape of mysteries
which will remain full of twisted memories
may the hopes of endless watchers
be fulfilled such as our destinies
and the thoughts we bury invisibly
stay forever fighting to reach our minds
you will not know my many promises
of a world too distant to understand
and there is no way for you to remember
what kindness they let you have
as the feather floats down
it is clasped
smothered
but still glows
it is the indirect image of our wonders and desires
the curiosity that flows through our minds
don't ever forget it's sweet lullaby tune.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
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