Lady Amalthea
New member
Your forest of lies is inviting
I approach through curtains of moss.
And as the swirling leaves mutter:
"You forgive me"
they wither,
when statements are questions.
Unconditional love and acceptance
you've promised through gritted teeth.
And as the protective bark whispers:
"You come first"
it skins off,
when statements are questions.
You made me, and you're who I'll be,
the side that I cannot choose,
and as the tips of roots coo:
"You know yourself"
they cave in,
when statements are questions.
My other side, one you once loved,
you banished through him and me,
and as you assure through woods:
"I love you--"
it crumbles,
because your statements are questions.
I approach through curtains of moss.
And as the swirling leaves mutter:
"You forgive me"
they wither,
when statements are questions.
Unconditional love and acceptance
you've promised through gritted teeth.
And as the protective bark whispers:
"You come first"
it skins off,
when statements are questions.
You made me, and you're who I'll be,
the side that I cannot choose,
and as the tips of roots coo:
"You know yourself"
they cave in,
when statements are questions.
My other side, one you once loved,
you banished through him and me,
and as you assure through woods:
"I love you--"
it crumbles,
because your statements are questions.