Voices rumbling around me
Never ceasing about your sins
‘What a bad idea, what a bad taste’
It calls me blind in shedload ways
But they all sound lingos to me.
The flip of your hair,
The joy of your stare.
What of me before you came?
A painted beautiful face ,
In a twinkling tainted maze.
**
Chits creep into my ear,
Wary of your deceitful deeds.
‘He’s just a jerk with a pretty stunning mask ’
Dragging south my ice-cold walls
Coddling away at your first sight,
In misery of your humming lips
And your shunning hips
I see your shade, your case and your suit
But the soul grasped is still obscured.
Are the folks around whispering true?
Would it taint me, ever shall it erase me?
Can this Sinister be sweet as his phiz
And Oh would I ever know ,
What hides behind the loving brown eyes.
Only so much to be realised ,
from a pretty gorgeous face
~Ash ツ
MY OTHER WORKS~
About the Creator
Ashley
Being louder than the voices in my head....
Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton6 days ago in Fiction
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