Coming out of the dark to let you know, you gotta open the carton from the opposite end…
The opposite without the arrow
It’ll pop open with ease and without struggle
Love you
I’m not okay…
Coming out of the dark to let you know, you gotta open the carton from the opposite end…
The opposite without the arrow
It’ll pop open with ease and without struggle
Love you
I’m not okay…
She comes hard around the edges
Never smooth like Vaseline
Her heart was made with vines among thick hedges
Growing thorns from things she’d seen
How she traces every inch of his ledges
Flourishing just like a queen
There are secrets leaking from sworn pledges
Lies and blood are guaranteed
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Nobody before, nobody now
Don’t follow me, I’m not around
I may sneak to see if you are well
But you will never tell
Who am I, don’t you know?
I am nobody, I told you so
If you’d like me to be someone, I could try
But then again, that is only a lie
© Delia Ross. 2019
Driven mad with jealousy
His every sin makes me bleed
I imagine my tears taste heavenly
To a demon lust is his only need
© Delia Ross. 2019
America generica
Land of the lies
Freedom is an episode
Where individuality dies
Sheeple a dime a dozen
And honesty he never tries
Chasing his tail in circles
Lost behind the guise
© Delia Ross. 2019
Truth came hard like thunder, the sky opened her eyes, flush with rage, she whipped across the night, striking melodies of discord, a witness to betrayal, an immediate downpour of reason, she licks blood from the spear of doubt, her shout echoes into the distant memory of what was, what ever could be, lies dance in ballerina shoes into neverland, but truth comes hard like thunder. I open my gates to her fury, for she is my sister and cry together we did.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Fingertips on black ink
Hands and mind never in sync
Fingertips keep chasing blood
Again it might as well be mud
Fingertips as cold as ice
The pits of hell from where she writes
Fingertips don’t play that nice
She leaves a trail for where she cites
Fingertips could warm my face
Instead they spray my eyes with mace
Fingertips that own the place
But he was gone without a trace
Fingertips that write the lies
And only one who really tries
Fingertips could save the day
Instead they chose to walk away
Fingertips in black ink
Wishing you were here with me
Fingertips under her sheet
Wondering why it’s never me
If fingertips could only speak
What sort of words would they leak
This absence that you’ve given me
Leaves me feeling incomplete
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s not terribly hard to see you’re always chasing after young silver
Spend your days shinning every dime by the muddy river
Try to hide reflections of a liar in its mirror
If the devil bit you in the head it wouldn’t make it that much clearer
But I’m going to cover you in truth until you shine like glitter
I doubt anything I write can make you more bitter
You’ll probably claim you’re a victim and call me a killer
But neither of us are walking out of here a winner
My heart lost its color and settled for winter
I told you to shoot but you failed to pull the trigger
And now my love for you will always just kind of linger
If you ever want a friend you’re invited for dinner
If you ever need a rare element that’s where I can deliver
I hope one day you will warm my heart from this shiver
Until then my soul will just tremble and quiver
(He always wants the young silver – she’ll never want what he can give her)
© Delia Ross. 2019
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 are blond or brunette
He’s not interested in her silhouette
Once he’s hooked you he’ll enjoy a cigarette
Making them cry is his largest asset
The only way to go no contact is to move to Tibet
© Delia Ross. 2019
When it ends there’s not going to be time for goodbyes
A suitcase packed fully won’t lessen your fall
Or keeping all your money on your credit cards
A shoebox with keepsakes won’t help you at all
It won’t matter if you try to run or if you crawl
It’s too late for apologies when time is near our end
Debts should have been settled while we were still friends
Begging won’t account for much at all I contend
Looking back, don’t you regret it was all just pretend?
Don’t you know your promises are vague and empty here
Any morals that you had will likely soon disappear
Those lies you spin and weave so well
Are fine like silk or expensive cashmere
Years to practice your art, now a master puppeteer
Raise them high enough up,so they can really feel your jeer!
When it ends there’s not going to be time for goodbyes
The train may have whistled but it’s already passed by
There’s nothing you can do about all you made cry
Might as well tell the truth we all saw through your disguise
There’s nothing left to compromise or to fantasize
You turned your only gift into Jekyll and Hyde
© Delia Ross. 2019