erbana ... Poems
i'm not a princess
who is perfect.
infatuated with his depth, desire, and darkness...
just maybe, i have let myself go.
maybe if i kiss him,
he will no longer be a toad.
maybe if i let down my hair,
he will climb up.
maybe if i am danger,
he will battle dragons for me.
maybe, you call it pathetic.
maybe, i only listen to my heart.
and maybe, just maybe if my heart lies,
then maybe...i will be able to say
it was worth the pain.
but then again, maybe not.
maybe, i was never meant to be ...
the sun rose
as i smoked my troubles away.
the earth was still
except for the animals that moved it.
the air chilled
and within minutes,
i was covered in a crisp layer of dewy frost.
the earth said, for you are an animal.