#self composed

i will help you get out of a ditch,my love

your mind and emotions so high yet you keep them out of sight

i wonder what goes inside your head,every second and every thought

am I not good enough?

was i not able to get the old you back?

forgive me for my wrongs they are worse than frogs jumping in frocks

my dummy trust me I won't ever leave you , show me your wounds and I'll clean them up (coz YK i don't have an ick for blood )

and of course some of them might leave scars but will eventually fade

“History will repeat itself one fine day.”

Said a girl whose heart was filled with fays.

The people who told her she couldn’t do anything she says,

She responds declaring – “History will repeat itself one fine day.

Time passed swiftly, the young little girl grew,

Her heart leading another quest, both daring and anew.

Multitudinous times she had gone through this,

But hope lies within her, bursting with bliss.

The dangers of the abyss held no fear against her,

The colossal peaks of the mountains were just hills for her.

Numerous vicious marines were traversed by her,

The creatures of the dark were a nil compared to her.

She came defeated every time,

But her heart never lost the hope, it thrived.

Determined, this time to lead into victory,

She herself set foot into the battlefield.

After years and years of toil, trouble and hassle,

Her quest finally dawned upon her sight.

One thing realized, after receiving her win she says,

“History is never repeated any day,”

“History is created every fine day.”

By-

The loudest damn thing I've heard is your silence.  Cracks in my heart echo as a beast.  Coldness seeping through my bones turns to frost, holds my broken strings to the least. The frost melts in the right warmth, and that warmth happens to be yours. Only you can mend it back together, or you can let it pause. 

Home, I stare

at my empty bed.

Those sheets, that shore.

Imagine a bed

that becomes a sculpture of every night you spend alone, lying

blanketed in the heavy wool itch of loneliness.

A bed veined

with your sighs, stained by the heat of your single body.

One's mattress, stripped bare, is not meant to reveal such intimacies.

It should be clean like bone: function betrayed by form, nothing else. No hint of how I curl to the left,

leaving space on the right.

I have too many thoughts and rewrote this: https://youtu.be/TfLKha_FUNU

And yes this one’s also for Barok van Zieks because I attacked with brainrot for this man tonight, and I have time. 

Lyrics:

It's not simple to say

Most days I don't recognize him

That this badge, this position,

The courts and their people

Have taken more than he gave them

It's not easy to know

He’s not anything like he used to be

Although it's true

He never attention’s sweet centre

I still remember that man.

He's imperfect but he tries

He is good but he lies

He is hard on himself

He is broken and won't ask for help

He is messy but he's kind

He is lonely most of the time

He is all of this distilled

And made in a beautiful wine

He is gone but he used to be here.

It's not what I asked for

Sometimes life just slips in through a back door

And carves out a person

And makes you believe it's all true

And now here you are

And it’s not what was asked for

If I'm honest I know I would give it all up

For a chance to start over

And rewrite an ending or two

For the man that I knew

Who’ll be reckless just enough

To get hurt 

But who’ll learn how to toughen up when he's bruised

And gets used by a man who can't love

And then he'll get stuck and smothered

By the mire all around him

Growing deeper each day

Will it finally remind him

To fight just a little

To bring back the fire in his eyes

That's been gone but used to be there

He used to be there

He is messy but he's kind

He is lonely most of the time

He is all of that distilled and made in a beautiful wine

I watch you

Walking through thorn and scorn

Blackness carving bloody lines into your body and soul

I stand miles and miles away

My eyes following you

Thousands of words slam against my throat

Darling, oh my darling,

You deserve better

You are so many wonderful things

Merged into one

They think of you and darkness as one

But dearest of my heart you are light

The gentle glow of the moon

There to soothe and guide if one tries to look

The words liquify 

A transparent shine on golden cheeks

As my heart screams and knocks against my chest,

Almost breaking down that door

Overflowing with things I wish to say