Seablossom24

Reach out your arms to me Their pale complexion will be less than a comfort But will relief this heartache all the same Just blink your eyes, show off that grey hue They’ll wrinkle if you smile just a bit That’ll make me feel better Honestly, life isn’t the same now you’re gone Its cold in the day, cold at night and I can’t find any hope or warmth in anything around me My coffee gets cold as I look down on the sad city You’d shine like fireworks if you were right here besides me You’d make this city glow and sparkle with your ways I just don’t know There are no more beautiful lines I

plates hitting against each other cracking and breaking spoons clattering to the ground so the little boy pouts and covers his ears with his pudgy hands and lets out a little whine not loud enough so anyone can hear him he must not be caught whining so he just says it for his own sake he watches the woman clear up the area in the dark cozy kitchen when she is finally done, she looks at the boy rather impatiently and scowls "go to bed" she orders, wagging her finger at him he shakes his head and looks at her sadly normally the woman would scream at him but some eery thing about the boy makes her quiet the boy narrows his eyes and starts to

I can not accurately describe in any words The pain that I feel within me The deep down, emptying sadness that eats me up And leaves a person that I don’t know behind All I feel is pure sadness, something that triggers in me And all I can do when I experience this is cry For hours, far away in a place where no one can laugh Because there is no remedy to this plain sorrow That batters away at my breaking soul And there is no reason for this sadness But it hurts me so bad, and it’s constant...always within me Pain, suffering, anguish... it’s so awful that I try to stop But it keeps stabbing at me and hurting And here I am al

Are you scared for me mommy?   Are you frightened by my dark mind? Does my knowledge scare you mommy? A knowledge that’s origin is untraced One that comes from an imagination A dark…cruel…sad imagination I could say Mommy don’t look at me like that Your eyes look sad and ghostly Like a dying willow in an empty field A world of black and white…so painfully lonely Oh mommy are you hiding something? The way you stare at that torn up photograph Stop staring at it now please I beg you Who is he?   Now your room is locked up and I’m alone in the kitchen Staring out the window, waiting for you to c