Whatever will be, will be.

My name is Maddy.

I write poetry, sleep all day long, and sometime watch Lord of the Rings.

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by this anxiety that has nestled itself in my head, but I am learning I am stronger than I think. Yahweh is Lord.
~ Wednesday, February 15 ~
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you won’t read this because you don’t care

by m.f. numbers

like a widow with no body to weep for
my love all wound up in the hands of a boy
your ghost walks around, lost to the core
has all my love become your play toy?

you had my faith in our love
and my kiss on your cheek
but it was not enough
it wad something else you seeked

and I’d have followed you to the end
but you found your treasure
so I was left wearing thin
abandoned by your final measure

through death and loss I held you close
and emotionally you sucked me dry
covering up the crime with a kiss on my nose
and on those lips was your hidden lie


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  1. nevereverbutalways said: wad=was?
  2. nomadicnotion posted this