BlissA Poem by Andreafeeling of bliss turned sour.Tattooing Bliss upon your tongue. Tying your words in knots, pretending you cannot speak. Ultimately, you are perfection. A paradise-bound angel Who has forgotten how to fly. But despite that fact You sit upon window ledges hoping the wind picks up and carries you away If not you will fall and at the bottom you’ll break. You’ll be remembered as a girl acting out. A devil in disguise.
Pretending that Bliss Was a reachable state. A moment you can drive to as you run away from home. A feeling that is brought up when you lay in a man’s arm. Is there no moment of happiness that brings no regret? No arms will comfort you As you lay alone the night after Crying.
Praying for Bliss. Kneel down and bow your head, forgetting that you live your life looked down upon by no God. You say you hold faith but you act anti-religious. You’ve got your morals mashed up. You take in your actions that once felt like ecstasy And now you carve into your arms The name you deserve Lady Anti-Bliss © 2012 AndreaAuthor's Note
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