Post sent’nels breathing fire
Would you wear glass slippers
And deign to call me sire?
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire
Not intended
For me alone
I write them
Or not
I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.
We were six
Now we are five
I just need something…
Something to focus on
Something other than what was
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.
Quell my ego
Quell my mind
They both fear
Whatever is greater than they
Now, you can call that irony, or juxtaposition, and maybe the person who painted it there was thinking that way too.
But…