Like a weed, suspicion will climb
No mercy on the innocent
Don’t ask for the truth this time
A wicked poison becoming sentient
Your recycled endearments don’t inspire
Detrimental to trust
Love is sabotaged; complete backfire
Like a puppet, dance to the tune of lust
Gullibility is my motto
Trick me if you can stand the shame
Naïve I have always been
Now you’ve reached a supreme low
The beast within me is caged and lame
Against malevolence I can never win
You can only fake emotion
Drowning the virtuous in your drivel
Release my delusional admiration
And in my own prison I will toil
True, I may be fallen
But at least I was a star
On the face of your soul is a lesion
You will never fly so far
These are my words, alone. If you take them, be sure to give credit where it is due.
Thanks,
Rochelle LaRaine
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Between the shadows of dreams,
And the dimness of reality;
On the brink of the horizon,
Where the day is not yet day,
And the night is not yet night;
In the time,
When truth has not become a myth;
Between the anguish of darkness,
And the light of hope;
Living on the edge in chaos,
Waiting for the peace of death.
These are my words; if you take them, please give credit where it's due.
Rochelle LaRaine
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a fool like me
Like a weed, suspicion will climb No mercy on the innocent Don’t ask for the truth this time A wicked poison becoming sentient Your recycled endearments don’t inspire Detrimental to trust Love is sabotaged; complete backfire Like a puppet, dance to the tune of lust Gullibility is my motto Trick me if you can stand the shame Naïve I have always been Now you’ve reached a supreme low The beast within me is caged and lame Against malevolence I can never win You can only fake emotion Drowning the virtuous in your drivel Release my delusional admiration And in my own prison I will toil True, I may be fallen But at least I was a star On the face of your soul is a lesion You will never fly so far These are my words, alone. If you take them, be sure to give credit where it is due. Thanks, Rochelle LaRaine
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Living on the Edge
Between the shadows of dreams, And the dimness of reality; On the brink of the horizon, Where the day is not yet day, And the night is not yet night; In the time, When truth has not become a myth; Between the anguish of darkness, And the light of hope; Living on the edge in chaos, Waiting for the peace of death. These are my words; if you take them, please give credit where it's due. Rochelle LaRaine
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