SerenitySavage

I have danced In many different shadows Seen what darkness looks like Nothing in the depths Scares me But if all we do is shadow One another There will never be any fresh light To filter in 

I was given so much crap to digest My body had to make itself Another exist To get rid of all the shit I have been fed It’s true Go ahead Look up what a fistula is

It’s almost that time again When starry eyed couples  Find a dusk lit sunflower field  A well aged apple orchard Or a romantic pumpkin patch Packed full of pomp and promise But the most ostentatious pageantry  Of them all Can be found When it’s time to put on Those illusory fragments of fabric  Meant to convey the truest of love Matching pajamas  Dreadfully beautiful delusions Dressed to impress