Devon K.

Little Girl
Little girl, do you remember when
your mother said 'Oh, what a tangled web we weave'?
Well now you know what she meant
cos your old secrets that you no longer keep
have come back to eat you alive,
tear you apart and spit you out.
You should have known all along
that trust is not what life's about.
Trust is a gift that friends earn
not something to give out freely like you would.
Trust is not meant for just anyone.
Little girl, know that now you should.

Raindrops
Raindrops fall until tomorrow
Like the endless unforgiving sorrow,
Pittering to the symphonic melodies
Writing their own death-defying eulogies.