Day: 04/26/2023

Complex Web

The lyrics I portrayed in a song are from Introverted by Zotiyac. The lyrics are at the bottom.

I hope for the best, but don’t believe it
Trust is hard, and I’m not easily deceived
I keep my distance from others, no regrets
For I know the pain that comes from making bets

She trusted me once, but now I don’t know
The reasons why we drifted, why we let it go
Memories of our love, still fresh in my head
But the motives that changed, are still left unsaid

Long nights, arguments, and making up
Moments of passion, but never enough
I held her close, when she cried her tears
My shoulder wet, with the weight of her fears

She loved me, but I can’t believe
For my heart, remains hard to retrieve
Affectless, in the face of her affection
A shield I wear, to protect my reflection

Relationships, they come and go
Trust, love, regret, and woe
A complex web, that we all must weave
To find the balance, that we can all believe.

[Lyrics]
"I don't believe it, but I hope the best 
I don't fuck with people, so I leave 'em without no regrеt 
She ain't have to trust me and shе did, but 
I don't know the rest 
Start off unconditional become a different motive next 
Long nights embedded in my head that 
I ain't gon' forget 
Argue 'til we fuck, you cancel work and now we overslept 
Member I would hold you when you cry, it got my shoulder wet 
She just wanna love me, don't believe her so it’s no affect"
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

Lost in Collection

Created: March 12, 2023

Amidst the clutter of their days
They wandered through a scattered maze
A place where things of varied kind
Were strewn about, but hard to find

They loved the odds and ends they'd keep
A treasure trove, so rich and deep
But in the jumble, they'd lose their way
And wonder where the time would stray

Each piece held meaning, that much they knew 
But where it was, they hadn't a clue 
And so they'd wander through the piles 
Till something caught their eye and smiles

Their life was a collection, that's for sure 
But in it, there was something pure 
A love for beauty in the mix 
And a sense of wonder that did persist

Now they rest beneath the earth 
Their life a testament to worth 
For though they may have been miscellanea 
Their spirit lives on, still full of wonder.

Their legacy lives on in the mess 
The beauty in the chaos they did bless 
And though they may have lost their way 
Their spirit shines bright, still to this day

For in their collection, there was a spark 
A passion for life that left its mark 
And though they may be lost in piles 
Their spirit soars, free from all trials

The odds and ends they held so dear 
Are a reminder that life is not always clear 
But amidst the clutter, there is light 
A beauty that shines, even in the night

So let us honor their memory 
And find the joy in the miscellanea 
For in the jumble, there is grace 
A life well-lived, with a unique trace.

        - Seraphina
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment