But I remind you of this humble digit,
Which put us on our feet,
So our grasp could reach higher,
Which put us on our feet,
So our grasp could reach higher,
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