Make a left
Make a right
Go all the way ahead until the light gets so bright
You just have to laugh
While your shadows cry out in envy
Sad little ladies
Regretful, something heavy
"Hey, take a good look at my back side"
Get used to it,
In my shadows is where you hide
My best life, I'm living in it
I'm living it up in the sun shine
A whole world,
Of so much more than your only 2 dimensions
And you'll never see it
Below the sole of my every step
Yeah, under my foot
Is where you first dug yourself in it
You're my shadow now bitch
Your flicker is black and all used up
You were enough to etch the frame work
And I'm grateful to you for that
My picture has enough depth now
For a nice portrait made for someone new
There is love and laughs and wonder
And the view is beyond compare
I'll keep flipping through the good life,
God is good!
And I'll try not to laugh so hard
While my shadows behind me have to sit and stare. ;)
Ode To A Witches Diary
The cauldron never felt so empty
When the spell book cast it's last sorrow
The witches broom stick cried out in
Penis envy!
She'll have to wait another long tomorrow
What a dream it has been
What a dreadful last laugh
The moon showed it's dark side too long
The sun had already passed
Nightfall came
And the pen fell from the page
The final spell was broken
And the witch found herself trapped
Within her own cage
Bars that can't be broken
A stream of voices that will not yield
The witch should have learned to be a good girl
But the path of hell to the humble
Will be her one key to break the seal
A witches diary,
A spellbook to cast the past to feel
There's no room left to rewrite
To pledge against the trials her stake has built
You lit your own flame this time
I hope your scorn was worth all the denial
Black magic caught up with you this time
Your thoughts left drenched to lie
In the deep, up to the witches bottle
Sorry to leave you with this now, but
I must admit,
In that grave i had peed just a little. XD
Enjoy the nails
You dug them deep to your own coffin
The casket has been lowered
Your sickly skin has shown it's true and ugly face
The diary is no longer with us
You carried it to your darkest place
And with the witch and the witch alone
We speak an ode
To her memory
That has been lost without a trace.
©palewriter
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