Those lies lying between your teeth
I need answers
Rhyme & despair
Heavens been destroyed
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
There's a dim dot glowing...
Poetry and thoughts about longing.
short rhyme + digiart (but is it art?)
A poem about how he destroyed his greatest love of all (and yet love survived)
He once called me his angel and queen. Now I'm just a has-been.
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
Can't sleep, wrote some song lyrics
He's got a black heart
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
Slaves any way you cut it...
What if I told you her methods are emotional blackmail.
"Sometimes a cigar is a cigar" and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
Don't believe a word they say....
I am a victim of criminal mischief
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
He's just like all the rest... wicked
I'll take your sin lust and raise you envy
He keeps chasing his tail, he has no self-worth
A Visit From Lu Part 7!!!
I might be his druidess but he is stubborn to his own demise
He loves us, he loves us not
Where do I put the love?
Just a little poem about ego
Unrequited love chapter 666
Hope is a fragile thing
The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit
A micropoem about regret and anger
Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)
A poem about dark hearts
Your love is a supermassive black hole
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
He sails through my storms with care and ease.
The problem with being a fallen angel is sometimes you bite when you don't mean to. Sometimes we cast the wrong spell & summon the wrong demons inside us. (The truth is, I never want to hurt him. I just want to love him the way I was intended to love him).
I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.
A poem about anxiety cuz it's always on our tail!!!
with the showers come the thorns but also flowers...
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.
His love is like Russian Roulette For all he's had and still not found love yet Under his reign I had many debts The lost and wounded are his favorite pet's Losing you won't give him any regrets He's already forgotten you I bet His love was like Russian Roulette It doesn't matter if they … Continue reading Love Like Russian Roulette
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019