I know that my blog is supposed to be about fashion and what music I’m listening to, but today I am going to change things up. Someone recently asked me to write something for them and I think it came out pretty good. It’s a little deep at first, but I think it has a good meaning behind it. It shows a little more of my creative side, so I thought I would share it with you all. Warning: It’s kind of girly, but then again a women wrote it lol. I know there are probably some grammatical mistakes, so please be gentle and kind. I am opening up to you all so please take that into consideration. In the end I will also share some music on my playlist!
“She is nothing more than crimson red hands that leave marks on her wrists
Or the same hands that leave imprints like battle wounds
Those battle wounds in which gush out what is left of her soul
Slaughtered like some sort of animal.
She is nothing more than red hands that slap across her pale, white face
With nothing to be seen then the red fingerprints that linger on her face
Like a branding of some unusual creature.
She is the woman you see in the store who always wears a smile on her face
She is the girl who never gives up because she believes in the virtue of every human
She is the woman who gives more than she should
She is a girl who is lost and stuck.
He was once the star quarterback who had a promising future
He is the guy who looses his temper
He was the boy who lost it all
He is the guy who sits on the couch doing nothing but living on the elixir of whiskey
He was the guy who said he knew how to treat a woman
He is the guy who looses control for the fear of no control
He is the guy who blames her for everything he has ever lost and what he will loose
His red hands of hate now only define who he will ever be.
She looks out the mirror of a house that feels more like a prison
Through the darkness she is still able to see the beauty of life
The moonlight illuminates the night, the stars twinkle, and the crickets sing a
Melodic tune that make it a midsummer dream, whisking her off to another whimsical land.
Through the midst of the woods and the glimmer of the moon, she sees the most striking creature.
“Is that a nightingale?” she asks herself.
She has never seen one in real life; she has only heard that their singing is one of the most glorious sounds one can hear.
She is amazed that this little creature has come upon her windowsill, and started
Singing a melodic tune, that transports her anywhere from where she is.
She needed this nightingale; she needed to remind herself that she could no longer be a victim.
With a twinkle of a star, she packed her bags and sneaked out the door by the very tips of her toes.
Her nightingale was her sanity, her new home, and with the help of her new friend she flew away from the lions nest.
With the moon as her protector and the stars as her guide, she never looked back.”
My favorite Band ever: The 1975 (I would literally post every song up if I could haha)
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