Insecure seeds…

I’m feeling insignificant,

a loving word is all I need.

He’s far to hard to give me that,

And my insecurities breed…

Over-thinking holds me hostage,

there’s no mercy on myself.

A loving word from him is all I need,

To soothe my mental health.

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Shy All day…

Shy all day.
For a puff she will stay,

but her company doesn’t come cheap…

She’s vain,

and she’s shallow,

an athletic bedfellow.

She’s all yours,

til yv only got sleep…

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Goodbye God…

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I just used him for his six pack,

his perfect male bod.

Gave him years of love and tears…

 

He only saw himself as God.

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Mood swinging…

 

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An emotional pendulum.

Swings high, and low.

A back and forth rhythm,

has a turbulent flow.

You hear musical laughter,

til a breeze rocks the boat…

And in the blink of an eye,

she’ll rip out your throat.

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Method of Madness…

 

The Bandwagon’s in town,

the prey is your purse.

Nobody is safe,bandwagon

from hysterias curse.

You can scrub all you like,

you won’t get the “all clear”,

cos the Vultures get rich,

off the campaigns of smear.

 

 

 

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Geneva.

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The gangster does yell.

The social media Queen,

an Angel’s roommate in Hell.

The world needs to know her,

all must know she exists…

She’s loud and proud of her work,

and the Angel’s at risk.

 

 

 

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Hindsight…

HindsightAm I lost?

Or am I hiding?…

I don’t know where I’ve gone.

How did I lose the Me I know?

Why did it all go wrong?

I sit alone in silence,

staring blankly through the night.

I try to find my way, by looking back,

the path is clear, through life,

in hindsight.

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