mouse. (xarella) wrote in tea_time,
mouse.
xarella
tea_time

frustrated ego.

restricted to; falling.
my only demise left two seconds
after clocks had sprung
piercing, plotting
that is often
a silent resolution.

we colour
& more often we bleach it out
this is a second notion of thine eyes
because every teardrop you wish to reveal
I see hiding under cloaks of smiles & fairies.
enter; stop.

no dreams of weakness
or clenched fists.
no prayers for the dying
or with-held wits.
this is it.

your frustrated ego,
I wish to spray paint in black.
curled up in corners withering,
designing new ideas for when
to break apart most perfectly.
decided it was all a lie.
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