Grief is a poison, and it rests on my tongue
Because you were a thief, and I was too young
Innocence is a melody, and mine is unsung
I visit my grave everyday.
The devil is pretty when dancing with prey
He'll blur your vision until it is gray
You won't feel the sting until he's led you astray
I visit my grave everyday.
Now regret is a passion that has stolen my sight
It is screaming at a novel you cannot rewrite
It is cursing the day because you ruined the night
I visit my grave everyday.
Rage is a poison, and it sits in my soul
The future is fire, and her tears are like coal
I'm mourning a spirit that somebody stole
I visit my grave everyday.
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
