I hate her so bad
she's driving me mad...
Cold smog crawls the swamp, like breath, icy cold.
This sneering crowd, hisses, writhing in this...
Ever symbolic flying dove,
Soars the sky high above...
Why don't they know?
Why don't they see...
~ Sixty-One ~
By Nicole Pirri...
I'm suddenly weakened by your presence
And my anger turns to hurt...
I've been burning down bridges left and right,
looking for some sympathy beyond these false lies...
Through the rabbit hole
down to wonderland...
Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue...
First attempt at this form.
---------------Heart...
Through these dark eyes that no longer smile,
I can see your pain, it's transparent; visible...
Escape through a blade,
forget me like I was never made...