A.W. Books & Poetry

Power play

Games of haze

It’s not my fault

If I run away

I’d like to stay

Living in mixed moments

And feelings of rage

Can’t decide

Between fate and hate

Want revenge

When it’s almost too late.

Isn’t it tragic?

Let’s paint the good girls bad

Use them as pawns

Then drive them mad.

Resist, resist

Life’s a westward creek

I’m an eastbound naval fleet

I need to release

Now it’s time to finally listen to me:

I’ve decided to set my spirit free

I’ll find my way out amongst the weeds

It’s not my fault you lost out on me

I’ll cut your constricting cord,

And I’ll find a new ground

Where your memory will fade

And I’ll only remember your name

It’s only fair, but such a shame.

And I won’t cross your mind

Until one future day

When you settle down and suddenly find out

I was the last good thing about this town.

~Annalise