When you’re living on thin ice

Everything you do must be done thrice

When it’s good it’s great, but just you wait

If you’re not perfect, your life is at stake

Don’t believe what you are told,

The gas stove is lit, the flame so bold

Fire melts ice, you must put the flame out

Go with the flow, and don’t you dare shout

It doesn’t matter the things you do,

She will never pardon you

Every right tu...

When you’re living on thin ice,

You never need to “add some spice”

It doesn’t matter what you do,

She will never forgive you

All your rights turn into wrongs,

It’s so hard to feel strong

When all you hear are hateful words

And all the days, they start to blur

Will you ever make it out?

How many times must you shout?

Ask for help with no answer,

Maybe you’re meant to be a dancer

Dance around ...

The wind, rough and brisk and the sky a lifeless dark gray, as if the warmth had been drained from it’s previously calm demeanor. There is a war in the heavens and I can feel the tears of the angels on my skin. The overwhelming crashes pierce my ears as I wonder what could ever cause such beautiful chaos. Their agony seeps deep into my chest as my breath harmonizes with the whistling air. I wonder...