Cake October 24th, 2025
At this time in my my life, I'm not amused
This muse is confused
It is what it is
I keep walking on stepping stones
I guess so, I must be the vessel
Don't know how far I’ll go
It wouldn't hurt to apply some pressure
I don't want to be the whore in your story
A horror story
This is cinematic, a masterpiece, but tragic…
You don't know what you want
You're manic
Your cake-you could have it
But I would be just another one of your bad habits
You're a mirage
What a beautiful empty promise
You're not real
At least you're brutally honest
I know the deal
I may be blind, but I know your kind,
Face your feelings, see the truth inside
Take value in what's right in front of you
Or leave it all to die
I don't want to sink
I don't want to drown
I want to stand on firm ground
I want what's allowed and take pride in what I found
So nevermind
I'm the selfish kind
I want what's mine
I want to be a butterfly
Freedom, wings
Beauty and things
I’m an acquired taste, but a desired one
I was created to make others whole
I was meant to touch your soul
I look in the mirror, I can't see it clearly
I'm a healer, but I can't heal me
Reality
I can help, but you can't keep me
You’re needy, but you don't need me
Sleeping on me, you're so sleepy
Drink some coffee, Wake up sweetie
Ground yourself, take a look around yourself and at the end of the day
I hope you truly found yourself
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