Imagine i would have killed myself that night
without grabbing a pencil or even putting up a fight.
I feel like my life has gone from the dark to the light,
But from the light to the dark would be kind of a scary sight
Those nights and days wishing that i died
cause i was so young i didnt know what it meant to be alive.
I felt broken at times
lies that i told made me question my simplest lines.
But im tryna be better as a human
but i cant be better with all these people assumeing.
What i call a friend makes me unsettle
life will crush you when you soft like a rose pettle
I often ask myself why im on a higher level
Meanwhile i was low cause i was doing my own thing like a rebel.
Categories:
pettle, allusion, art, birth, dark,
Form: Rhyme
petunia
Prays in the pew
A funnel shaped flower
Petulant to pettle
The petty officer's
Phallus.
petunia
Makes earnest petiton,
A deep redish purple
Showing sudden impatience
For the inlisted man's
Pestle.
petunia
Perfects her worship,
A melodic soft velvet
Reciting impassioned pleas
For the Pontifex's
Poppycock.
petunia
Flutters above paradise,
Tremulous and agitated
Peaked with peace offerings
For that patrician's
Peeper.
petunia
Patrols the parapet,
Her sweet scented petals
Have a penchant for Patrick.
It's Passion Week
For the penetrant papa.
Categories:
pettle, deep, devotion, lust, vanity,
Form: Verse