ThreeThe clock strikes threeThree by nightcrawlerfan136
Three scars on my heart
Three notches on my arm
Three selfish people I've called friends
Three women-children who haven't grown
Who haven't seen what's in front of their eyes
3 girls who take and take while giving nothing in return
Who leave one cold on the outside
Who have to be the sun
Not perceiving the other stars in the galaxy
3 is the time on the clock
3 scars on my heart
3 notches on my arm
Hatred Is A Gypsy MothImagine a forest of trees lush and green.Hatred Is A Gypsy Moth by Gdan95
It's a forest of peace, and everything within is one with the universe.
Enter the gypsy moth of hatred, brought out of context.
The moth is small, but enough of them can take down an acre in no time flat.
With no one to stop them, the hatred spreads.
You can't see the moths, but you can see the no man's land left in their wake.
All that remains will be tree stumps and the half-rotten carcasses of the fauna that once was.
But no more...