Red roses
Roses show friendship, happiness, purity
Yellow, white, pink, all beautiful colors
Except RED
The red ones
They show what I long for but yet I still never seems to receive
I wonder and ponder over the question
what is ❤️ LOVE?
Maybe it is more than the roses and the laughter
It's a distant memory that's what it is
Fine
She is breaking down
Only staying alive because of the future she dreams of
Her eyes shows fear and anxiety but she allows herself to lie and say that she is fine
They look into her eyes and see her pain but look away and choose to only hear her voice
They ask if you are are alright but in reality they just want to hear that you are fine
In the fog
I was standing in the middle of the yard when the voices called. Their voices were low and sweet. All to enticing. They call for me to come near but the nearer I went the farther they got. I couldn't see but knew I was far from home. The voices continued to call. They yelled louder with each step I took. My heart was racing while my mind was clouded by the fog. I was no where anymore. Lost. Following voices. Voices that belonged to no one.
Beware of strangers
Mother always told me to beware of the stranger lurking in the dark, you never know the secrets he holds. These very words played in my mind on constant replay as I sat on the cold floor in some unfamiliar basement with a blindfold on and handcuffs digging into my wrists.To sacred to cry to scared to breath I thought of how I got here in the first place. I could remember his slender mysterious figure standing in my door way immediately drawing me in but that was all. Darkness immediately followed. Living in a bustling city often brought about exciting adventure. I was not prepared for this though. It was more of a dangerous game than adventure, it was a game that I knew I would never be able to win. I heard his foot steps approaching trying to prepare myself of what may come. Sometimes you learn the most about some one at the worst possible ways. He came and whispered for me to stand and warned me of what would happen if I did not comply. He carefully guided me up the stairs seated me down at a table. His cool hands touched my face as he slipped the blind fold off revealing a dimly lit room. What I saw made shivers run down my spine. There was a table that was set as if for a special romantic dinner. I knew at this moment that the stranger who sat before me had a definite plan and purpose for me. I tried to take in any details of my surroundings but came up with very little. Big house red vase and a man with a skinny build wearing a mask. I yearn fully looked around for a way to escape but the stranger before me caught my eyes wandering and laughed saying there was no escape. Indeed beware of the stranger who lurks.
Her opon that stage
At the end of the show I am told I have done a good job. A good job?
What of pretending to be someone who is not me? I'm sorry but no it is not me it is someone else. Someone who I portray myself to be. I am done with these fake smiles and the laughter that fills me with not joy but sorrow. I am leaving now to find my safe place, yes my safe place which is you. I feel as I wear no masks and put on no shows for you. I am me and not her upon that stage.