Time is a bitch Blessing when she pleases Damning when she wishes Wreaking pain upon whoever on a whim Too consumed with the sands that spill down her spine To give a good got damn.


With three knocks at the door She knew he had arrived Her parents told her this day would come That the man would appear But she didn’t see him on their last day She thought about not opening the door but her soul told her she had to She twisted the doorknob and removed the…


A rose is a rose, which you are not You are the thorn that pricked by soul And nicked my heart You tricked me you sly fox But childish games only trick me once You foolish little fox