Silent Princess

Letters shoved in the back of messy drawers So they remain untouched Filed under, "to forget". Because when it came down to it No judgement Became cruel punishment A bold faced lie Slicing off a piece of my esteem as I cry You said our time had been great But when you didn't want another minute Of my time I was simply too late The kind words of you pages written to me Turned into speeches of hate To anyone who mentioned my name I wasn't even worth a phone call Letters shoved in the back of messy drawers So they remain untouched Filed under, "to forget". Because it reminds me of the body That I readily gave to you Without knowing when you left it would become a desert of despair Of regret and

It's a split second Technically it's exactly 1/250th of a second It is the time that keeps escaping my grasp Held frozen just for me For my eyes to pour over Transported to a moment I will never get back It is my past splayed in front of me like the present It's the detailed version of my fast fading memories that I am desperately clinging to whiles the sounds slowly fade away and the edges start to blur It is a moment expressed as art Because art is nothing more than a reflection of life That's what they tell me It is people

I escaped By the skin of my teeth I prayed Strange forces govern the town I am from Strange people walk the land I have known I left my hometown hurt I left my hometown battered I left still with love But a heavy one It's about more than green Stacked high like a skyscraper It's how tall you stand How well liked It's so centered inward Sometimes I'd forget to look at the green of the trees. There was one girl She escaped Ahead of me I am quietly following that path But taking it in my own direction.

I can still hear your voice It faintly rings inside my ears I hear you tell your sister that she’s beautiful And I know she’ll never forget with a big brother like you I can hear that funny little noise you make when you kiss my head So I know you’re comfortable and I’m doing things right And I can hear you tell me that I’m pretty When I’ve been crying or when you just wanted to tell me out of no where But I can also hear your voice telling me that you can’t do this anymore And I’m listening to you get angry with me all over again And I vaguely hear the last goodbye, and the little click of the phone I still hear the tears that drop onto my desk as I write about you Bleeding into the black ink of my work And I sit here now and listen to your resounding silence.

I want to go insane with you Bc I’ve gone crazy since we’ve been through Let’s blast blink 182 I’ll wear a short black skirt We can scream as loud as we want outside the window No more worries Let’s fall into this toxic wasteland It doesn’t matter anyways