This place is tattered,
This place is scattered.
This place is torn,
This place is barren.
This place has taken,
All that I've ever known.
Colours here are black and grey,
I want to be in black and white with they.
Ground is steaming and thorny,
Rain is hot and bloody.
This is daily,
And I am lonely,
For I am alone not even with thy.
On the thorns I lie down and hope to die,
But my soul stays within for I haven't said goodbye.
Colour I want to see for even this blood is grey.
I don't know when night falls, and I have nowhere to lay.
I got tired of being here yesterday,
But I'm here even today.
A smile I try to paint,
But where will I get the paint?
I see a light so faint,
And this would be the date,
That I get to see colour white.
This excitement,
I've never felt.
Too much, it makes me faint.
When I got up it went.
And that would be the very date,
That marked my last ,
View of beautiful, faint light.
I slit my wrists,
And nothing pours.
Marked by deep scars,
Deeper than the deepest of seas.
Colours; bright only- I used to know and love these
This place is fading,
This place is darkening.
366 days I've been thinking ,
366 days I've been planning,
On how I'll be leaving.
But there's no escaping,
So I'll need saving..
This place is horrifying ,
This place shouldn't be existing.
In need of a saviour.
All I ask is this little favour.
A saviour cherished for the little thing they gave me- splendour.
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Hello earthlings💕
So this chapter is dedicated to lavenderskies17 because she tells me I like short things😂😂😂 and I tried rhyming because she loves her work rhymed and also because I love her and she is sort of one of my saviours of a different kind.
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Love, ivonyo 🔮
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Chasing The Sun
PoetryCall it what you will but I don't think it's poetry The name means chasing the light which is the sun Enjoy loves♥️
