Priscilla Kittie Kay
Priscilla Kittie Kay Poems
Thoughts of dread, Filled her head, Denied of repair, She walked in dispair,
</>I wonder what it's like to be a ghost, roaming secretly as everything fades, watching as everything falls into place.
Left For Dead
</>In the summer rain, I'll wait for you I'll wait for your smile, your face, and your touch I'll wait for your scent in the fresh morning dew Until the day when you find yourself once more
Her heart, It's like a porcelain doll, Played with and played with, 'Til finally it breaks,
Slowly falling to her knees, She looks up through the trees, She sees the stars, And hears fast cars,
My Sweet Marionette
My sweet marionette, Why have you chosen to lurk in the deep, You're hiding from me, darling please, Show your sweet loving face to me,
Your beauty haunts me as if it were mist, Your charming acts fill me with bliss, Your eyes, they do work as a form of hypnosis, You're lovely and yet I am simply ferocious,
When I Let Go Of You
</>I lost my life, my life was you, I never knew that I'd lose myself, by leaving you,
Before They Eat My Soul Away
Hurry, take the pain away, Before they eat my soul away, They whisper silent screams of pain and fear, Hoping that I'll shed a tear,
Over The Hills
Breathless, we whisper Speak less, I tell her Away we go, Into the snow,
The Memories Are Carved
The memories are killing me, Ripping and tearing my soul, Laughing as I try and cry the pain away, No matter how hard I try,
As I carve your name, It begins to rain, I draw your face, The rain then thickens,
Deep In The Trees
</>I see you from afar, I gaze at your face, Our eyes then meet, what a dark shade of red, I'm stuck where I'm at, as you begin to walk, Towards me, my god, what beauty and awe,
Poor Lonely Dove
I will wait for you love, You poor lonely dove, Know that I'm here, Even when I am not near,
</>I wonder what it's like to be a ghost,
roaming secretly as everything fades,
watching as everything falls into place.
Would I be invisible to everything living,
nothing but a myth, a tale of fright?
Or would I be pale and beautiful,
like the cold moon's light?