Little did she know, she’ll metamorphose into a human like that.
A little braver, a little more independent.
People around her, tell her she’s no good,
People whom she had considered closer than blood.
Why do people try to push her down?
Toxic people spreading negativity around,
But she knows she is not bound.
It keeps her moving, keeps her together.
Yet she waits for the day, when her efforts actually count;
Awaiting for the day where all those people can hear her out loud.
She is in store of her own destiny of clouds.
Every inch, scarred
A few more wouldn’t hurt
For every one that heals,
Another emotion dies.
Let’s water the plants together
You and I
We’ll slowly watch the plants grow
As long as we are together
And don’t leave one another
Just one more thing,
Stay with me.
An ugly old vase, cracked and worn
Void of purpose, and of soul
Whatever love you pour into me
Will never suffice or bring me joy
Please, throw me away
And leave me to decay.
That mind of hers was crazy, her soul wild
She oppressed them with a childlike mentality
She was simply lonely.
And this was the only place that did not make her feel as such
People came and left, similar to the ones in her life
No stranger she was to estrangement, yet somehow in here
Her heart was at peace, her brain preoccupied
It helped keep her creeping insanity at bay
Why couldn’t they understand her desperate pleas?
Did she have to get on her knees?
Was profit all that mattered to them?
What about the happiness of the people in that place?
Sure, her being there had no benefit to them
And so, she was forced out for refusing to leave
But still, she didn’t see anything wrong
In not wanting to leave the supermarket.
Once upon a starry night,
A pendulum of forbiddenness,
crept into the soundness of mind.
The prisoners rejoiced
And the free-willed wept.
The bilateral motion of right and left
blurred the lines between.
Drained and deadening,
the pendulum unwired.
But the forbiddenness lay waiting.
The most ironic part of love,
Is that both sides,
Are meant not to have a proper closure,
No matter how hard both are trying,
One is accepting, while the other is feeling guilty
One is hurting, while the other is being selfish
At that moment, you’d asked me,
“How do I get closure?”