3/15/2020 0 Comments New RELEASE:A peek at my next release, Lovely Thoughts At 3AM, Broken Crowns.
The room is filled with broken crowns Covered and climbing the walls Cloth sheets tell us lies of their locations And I see in my room trees of gold hiding under brown leaves Wind howls like a forest lives here Like my whole life could or at least the years before it When let down from a tower I halted Silenced by my own remorses Those I've carried with me like straw I shoulder the weight like I can take it alone as I search this room for what I'm owed Something too hold on to A heart My brain has always been more than capable in solving the puzzles others can't For that I've always felt lost in logic's course Bravery is not a fallacy or something I can describe because it's in me as much as it isn't Allowing me too walk through the singing flowers like I don't fear their bright colours in the sun But a heart for me One that is mine It's an illusion, almost A whatsit too me Something there and not because I've heard it's stolen away into the broken crowns covered in cloth sheets and climbing the walls Lost but on my own accord Because I push the feeling too another place Move it where it can't be seen So then it leaves me With only a tether, allowing and abandoning me too follow this cord through this room through these crowns where I can't even find or see any of them But I'm still looking Breaching into fairy-tales because maybe I still want too see them Maybe I still want too have a heart Too feel things I question it, the room feels empty some days Like maybe the broken crowns aren't real The trees were never gold And the hearts, are not as good as the mirror claims it too be But then, I wish to have hope I think I have to I wish too see the gold beneath dead trees I wish too know that love is real and that it's what we deserve I wish too say that broken crowns have broken because they needed no crowns too tell them that they were royalty And I wish too believe that someday, My tether will lead me too the heart that is mine Too feeling more things than I pretend not too for the sake of scars and flowers that sing taunts and look pretty Too think again like I once did That I am royalty in so much a sense Owning castles and family and friends And that once, a long long time ago We were all one person, placed in teams of two Until Zeus, growing angry with those below him, jealous of our love Threw lightening down the centers of soulmates So he split the loved ones in two And now we walk the earth Searching for the half we lost. Lovely Thoughts At 3AM by Stiles Available Now for Pre-Order on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B085X44YXJ
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