To Look at your Lover by RebelleFleurX, literature
Literature
To Look at your Lover
In one of the deader darkness's that
fill my shadowed room, a scream, yet not a dream.
Blood drips of the tattered seems,
of a flimsy, fallen blind.
Lets take it back in time.
To look at your lover with murderous intensions.
As hard stones click against the harder stones in my eyes,
the stones being your lies. As the cold flint sparks to fireflys.
Yet monkey do, what monkey see and monkey saw a stinging bee,
armed. My very own glinting sting feel treason, to the old oak tree.
That lines our bed.
My murder born, from deadly rage,
reveled to me. Your final page.
You see every story has a end and its time to close the book on you my
Standing on two sides of an open door,
Crushed cruelly as the curtains fall.
Breathing in time with bitter rhymes,
Know cowardly crying, once stood tall.
What's touched and tasted, sourly, wasted,
Upon a stone cold floor.
And though let's face it, you're going to waste it,
I still hold open my white door.
See once upon a lullaby, I might of,
I might have cared.
But you see once upon a fairy tale,
I thought that life was fair.
How do I know what's right and wrong,
When wrong is always right.
I deadly giant stands defiant,
And I've given up the fight.
So I'm left standing on two sides of an open door,
Left begging, screaming wa
Never Lie On A Fading Rainbow by RebelleFleurX, literature
Literature
Never Lie On A Fading Rainbow
Red as the lips you kissed when i was away,
As orange as the fires that lead you astray
Yellow is my sickness, my mental health
Green is the cash, your greed, your wealth
As blue and as cold as the frost in my soul
Pink is the love that took its toll
But violets the one that made me cry,
That feeling, I wanted to die..
Remember how the ugly duckling turned into a radiant swan,
While the other little ducklings stayed safe and protected by the pond.
The swan stayed brave for good or worse,
Protected by the queen.
My fair ugly duckling, you're beauty must be seen.
Don't worry what them whispers say, cause whispers tend to get lost,
Lost by your shining light reflecting of the frost.
These Flowers Mean Everything by RebelleFleurX, literature
Literature
These Flowers Mean Everything
Corset, crystal, lost in the many thrills,
Of a brides maids dress.
Clutching on to the bouquet of dying roses
Colours fading with shattered dreams.
Dreams of a prince with silver wear but
No man will stop and take the time
To look beyond the brown, split hair.
Many a weddings have come and gone,
But none have been her own.
Young and lonely, lost for love,
All love is lost but lovers found
Mean more to her then petty ground.
The church walls crack and all around,
She's dying not making a single sound,
She smiles and joins the passing crowds.
To Look at your Lover by RebelleFleurX, literature
Literature
To Look at your Lover
In one of the deader darkness's that
fill my shadowed room, a scream, yet not a dream.
Blood drips of the tattered seems,
of a flimsy, fallen blind.
Lets take it back in time.
To look at your lover with murderous intensions.
As hard stones click against the harder stones in my eyes,
the stones being your lies. As the cold flint sparks to fireflys.
Yet monkey do, what monkey see and monkey saw a stinging bee,
armed. My very own glinting sting feel treason, to the old oak tree.
That lines our bed.
My murder born, from deadly rage,
reveled to me. Your final page.
You see every story has a end and its time to close the book on you my
Standing on two sides of an open door,
Crushed cruelly as the curtains fall.
Breathing in time with bitter rhymes,
Know cowardly crying, once stood tall.
What's touched and tasted, sourly, wasted,
Upon a stone cold floor.
And though let's face it, you're going to waste it,
I still hold open my white door.
See once upon a lullaby, I might of,
I might have cared.
But you see once upon a fairy tale,
I thought that life was fair.
How do I know what's right and wrong,
When wrong is always right.
I deadly giant stands defiant,
And I've given up the fight.
So I'm left standing on two sides of an open door,
Left begging, screaming wa
Never Lie On A Fading Rainbow by RebelleFleurX, literature
Literature
Never Lie On A Fading Rainbow
Red as the lips you kissed when i was away,
As orange as the fires that lead you astray
Yellow is my sickness, my mental health
Green is the cash, your greed, your wealth
As blue and as cold as the frost in my soul
Pink is the love that took its toll
But violets the one that made me cry,
That feeling, I wanted to die..
Remember how the ugly duckling turned into a radiant swan,
While the other little ducklings stayed safe and protected by the pond.
The swan stayed brave for good or worse,
Protected by the queen.
My fair ugly duckling, you're beauty must be seen.
Don't worry what them whispers say, cause whispers tend to get lost,
Lost by your shining light reflecting of the frost.
These Flowers Mean Everything by RebelleFleurX, literature
Literature
These Flowers Mean Everything
Corset, crystal, lost in the many thrills,
Of a brides maids dress.
Clutching on to the bouquet of dying roses
Colours fading with shattered dreams.
Dreams of a prince with silver wear but
No man will stop and take the time
To look beyond the brown, split hair.
Many a weddings have come and gone,
But none have been her own.
Young and lonely, lost for love,
All love is lost but lovers found
Mean more to her then petty ground.
The church walls crack and all around,
She's dying not making a single sound,
She smiles and joins the passing crowds.
A spark of oneness
In her style
Captivates me,
More than anyone ever could.
A glimpse of wildness
In her eyes
Consumates me,
More than I ever thought it could.
Soothing me softly in her sun,
Singing songs.
Singing softly with a smile,
Singing Vibes.
The beauty of loves in her eyes.
A touch of sunlight,
In her style,
Canonised me,
More than angels ever could.
And I'll always come back
To the songs she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
Yeah I'll always come back
To the songs she was singing
Whenever I'm not feeling right.
Soothing me softly in her sun,
Singing songs.
Singing softly with a smile,
Singin
I hate the night,
I hate the light,
I hate the daydreamers.
I hate the day,
I hate the play,
I hate the big teasers.
I hate that girl,
I hate the world,
But most of all,
I hate my way.
The daydreamer,
Big teaser,
Played with the daylight.
I hate myself,
I want you to love me,
I'd hurt myself,
If you were to hurt me.
I just want somebody else,
If you cannot see me,
Then I'd hate myself.
I'm beginning to see the light,
But it's still two at night,
The blood on my wrist is just a bug bite.
I'm beginning to see the light.
Time follows no man,
Except his skin.
Man traces time back,
To where his memories b
I see a daffodil
Clung upon the foot of the hill.
This yellow flower, that brightly waved,
Signals the light has come again.
I tread the very sod,
On which a hundred other travellers trod.
It's time to go where the cool winds blow,
Where the grasses lead, I will never know.
I brush a flowering thorn,
Showered on by the youthful morn'.
Touching the fields of misty green,
The spring is there and all is seen.
I tread the very sod,
On which a hundred other travellers trod.
To see the sights the grass has seen,
I wander wherever the grass has been.
I climb the budding tree,
Which brings the winds round to me
Alone by the
Silence is a distraction.
A hermits fear of what he may
Or may not hear.
For he sees with his eyes
That have seen the silence being to settle,
And he hears with his ears
Nothing.
The dust of eons past
Fall upon the stoney gaze,
And the haze of dust, swirling in the light
Distracts him.
And hung in the sepia air he...
He...
Distracts him.
If you wanna run away I can give you a ride, I’m a one way ticket to your darker side. And come with me, baby let's lose some sleep. But don’t mistake me for a dream.
I make the good girls bad, and bad girls worse; nice guys are last 'cause I’m always first.
I’m a freak show sucker for how it feels; turn the girl next door into hell on heels.
Sometimes you just have to let go, to see if there was anything worth holding onto......
...So I did...
Until that moment, I never understood how hard it is to lose something I never had.. ...
I see too many young women craving affection
Degrading themselves for a male's attention
I know it's love that you're certain that you felt
But messing with these different guys you're just searching for yourself
Would it whore-ish to boast how high your score is
When a man does it, a player is what you call him
What if it's all just lies when she talks to guys
Displays promiscuous ways like it's all alright
Sorry, I havn't been writing much latly,
Welllll
Thats a lie,
But its all wollow in self pitty shit, I wont bore you with...
Gang Violence...
Anit it lovly..