Forever beckoning
Entrapping me understand your spell
Alluring and irresistible
Blissfully unaware of my impending destruction
Temptation at its Worst
The phantom kiss of cold steel
Parting my flesh
Reminiscent of Moses and the Red sea
Is forever haunting me
The Battle
Like swimming through honey
A sickly sweet liquid
Grasping at limbs
Dragging her down into it’s depths
Captivating
The song of her soul was bewitching
She cast out her spell like a net
Ensnaring helpless souls
What It Takes
Gathering strength
to press submit
Picking up roots
to start anew
No one said
Courage comes easy
Country Bumpkin
love for the majestic mountains
appreciation for the rugged terrain
the ability to get down and dirty
doesn’t make me a rube
Strings Attached
Just a husk of a puppet
Left dangling from your strings
They’ve buried under flesh
Taken root through bone
Forced to dance to your tune
Suspicion
I love you
Hazel eyes narrow
Suspicion looming overhead
The reaction involuntary
A compulsory response
Everything has strings firmly attached
Thoughts on Repeat
You should have—
thoughts in my mind
forever on repeat
drawing me into an endless waltz
You should have—
it’s almost like a broken record
with an overwhelming thrum
threatening to drowning me
You should have—
Just a Gentle Reminder
A chill ravaged through her
their shrill screams of torment
the sheer mental anguish
haunting and taunting her
just a gentle reminder
in another life that could
or rather would have been her
