I know not much about ghosts who steal from your bed . Or at night where you lay your head . But I know I’ve heard the whispers as quiet as they can be . While I was writing and drinking tea . They nudged at my ears and I felt it no matter how softly . And how at night they sang themselves to sleep . Or how sadly they would weep. Each tear telling a story . And each sigh being a rhyme . I would make connections with each word no matter how jumbled . Or buried in the herd . But this did not bother me . I only felt sorry . I thought I would be scared. But not after those stories they shared .
I tried to tempt my madness I tried to quiet my heart .
I tried to tape my self together hoping I wouldn’t fall apart.
I couldn’t help but think and think again .
And overthink til my brain gave in .
I tried to humble myself and wallow away the minutes .
But I still cannot stop even as I write this very sentence.
So I decided even if I cry I am still strong .
Even if I look like I gave up I can still go on.
And even if I walked a hundred miles I can convince myself it hasn’t been that long.
Here I sit still all alone an all powerful Queen giving no orders at her throne. Just another day reminding me of old . Oh the stories that be untold OH the lies we will unfold for every passing second nun of her people get to rest they are plucking at her neck and screaming in her face how that same dress is from yesterday . But still she sits there wondering what went wrong why can’t she sing along that song what ever happened to her dreams why are her people so mean. But outside is where she stays on her loneliest days thinking on the ground what’s down the river do you hear the sounds . Just around the river bend is stories unite just around the river bend is so much delight . Just around the river bend lies teas coffees and brews just down the river bend will soon lie to you. She stares down the river with the utmost intent knowing that she’ll leave soon there is never time to vent . And her reckless people she puts them in line . Now she has something to love there is no need to cry . Even though the river bend may be a lie . In her ears giver her such a flight . Now the people love her they might . They can now see through her eyes . She goes to to the river bend happily as ever ready to se her first love flow forever . But to her surprise the river was dry . And all of a sudden she began to cry . There was no more river or beautiful sights the dip where the river was has now opened her eyes . She now feels humiliated after letting her people see her cry . Now she sees through the rivers eyes . She tightens her cloak and leaves .as she says “ no one will love you more than me “ So now that the river bend was no more her health started to do quite poor there was no one more she loved because even her own family was cut sore . But now gathering her tears and sighs she now no longer cries . She is now the forever changing river bend that lies till the end and has no emotions to lend because she has nothing to fend this story has come now to a end . So look around the river bend
Whatever is left of me you shall have it .
You may have this mortal body I’m trapped in.
When my breathe dwindles still .
And the air inside me eternally shrill.
But just know I’m eternally fill.
So even if the gun looks violent
Even if your scared
of what you might see.
Just know it was the best for me .
I can only imagine what you might’ve said
“Drop the gun ,I’m here for you “
But you weren’t You only love me when I’m insane About to blow my brains . Any other day you’d leave Deceive Believe If only I could breathe .
