To look at me first glance
You say that I am innocent
You say that I am sweet
But would you ever look deeper?
Would you ever notice my evil?
My wicked thoughts?
My corrupt smile?
My own inner darkness and Still call me a keeper?
Will you ever notice all that I can do?
My ways of silencing your inner demons?
My angelic voice that sings you to sleep?
My own inner angel and demon?
Would you notice that my inner angel and demon battle for attention?
Fighting for acknowledgment, friendship, Fighting for loyalty and love
All of which is and will always be craved and desired by all
But mostly by those kept in detention.
About the Creator
Rebecca K
As a lover of arts and the the truth I enjoy writing. It allows me to express myself while sharing life lessons, precious moments and even the unspeakable moments. I encourage feedback on my posts so feel free to speak your mind. Thank you
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 22 hours ago in Petlife
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