Poem #51: Innocence
_innocence_ sometimes the world seems dark and gray not everyone sees the world that way with time all evidence of memories will fade no one will know who got on their knees and prayed; a light passing by may shed some hope helping out all of those
When the Petals Fall
Poem in this light, hear me call leave me breathless in the lull no other lips could ever be your cold kiss was made just for me tear me open, bleed and crawl shed my tears, no voice left to call no other love could ever leave me your scars to brand
How It Will Always Be
That if blood has been shed than we have already lost
Thy Love Eternal
When i gaze upon you, darkness fades away, shedding light upon feelings most internal; let brightness shine forth in these words i say, thy love for you is forever eternal.
prologue to the Night Shade
_ a single tear shed from her eyes as a stray puddle leading away from a river.
Poem #17: Light and Dark
Light the sun shining bright upon the broken window fire burning light eating away the corpse bulbs shed truth revealing all secrets innocence and hope or anger and doubt?
The Fool
Reaction's automatic he drains another glass ignoring the buzz within his mind peering about at all the the other lonely people just like him searching desperately for that which they cannot find he cannot break his habit he does not shed
Oc head cannons
My fur sheds and regrows every six months, normally in january and june, my fur can grow thin and grey in the summer months but in the cold months it can grow white and very thick. my fur is also very soft, and easy to manage.
poem/personal
High she was left on the ground, broken and wounded, a small puddle at her head, from the tears she had shed. the dark clouds were fast coming, ready to take her away. when a small light came into view.
Dense-cision...
Shells filled with doubt if words aren't enough, let my actions show what i'm truly about subtle is a choice, though ready i am hand & fist to express my voice let us find again, that point when people were to be not themselves, but more considerate, shed
....Life
Lies are fed, filling heart and head, through all of these years, innocent blood has been shed. children abandoned, lonely and stranded, we're all wasting the life that we have been handed.
"Him"
Of worry but undeniable love i could not see his entirety in the end i woke with a deep sorrow knowing something i felt was surreal the feelings of joy and wholeness were just a fabricated deceit to myself i could not stop myself from shedding