Why did God create them?
To make me cry at night.
The world is covered in a shadow,
And they crawl inside my heart.
Tingling in my fingers,
but no sparkle in my eye.
It’s a wonder that they are here,
in a place that is so sacred.
Tell me to hold back,
I already can’t breathe.
Black vines wrapped up in my soul,
Of all my worries and your fears.
~Lynne
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This isn’t for you
or for me,
but for the us
of tomorrow.
When life won’t
seem so surreal.
~Lynne
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I drew you today,
in light and darkness,
the way you stay,
in my mind of sadness.
~Lynne
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Curls, rosy cheeks,
A mask so sweet,
When she speaks,
Your knees go weak.
An angel with a broken wing,
She seeks love’s sting,
Risks angering her beloved king,
Maybe she will just stay for spring.
Spring turns into summer, fall,
Her shining glory, dust covers all,
Soon she will be forced to crawl,
Her lovers, she will no longer enthrall.
Lonely in the world she creates,
She shakes her wings and waits,
Broken wing gone, leaves it to the fates,
No longer can she make it back to the gates.
Saintly mask led her admirers in,
Stayed for the mask of mortal sin,
She now has to live with whats within,
Here is the world’s smallest violin.
~Lynne
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I have been neglectful
my old friend,
I forgot the feeling
of paper and pen.
This leaves me regretful
but this is not the end.
I will leave you squealing
with my new found yen.
~Lynne
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