I WANT MORE CRAPPY X READERS WHY DOES NOBODY WROTE MARCELINE X READERS I STG ILL TAKE WHATEVER ABSOLUTE SHIT I CAN FIND BC JFC I HAVE TO GO TO FUCKING BUBBLINE FANFIC TO GET MY MARCELINE SMUT and don’t get me wrong I’m a bubbline slut 5ever but ffs I just have a huge gay crush and an insatiable thirst let a girl live without this kind of intense jealousy
The eyes – a window into the soul, Or so they say. Like a scrying bowl In which you may chance look to see The golden threads of the tapestry That have weaved the story of a life. True, ever you can see the strife, Of a shattered, bleeding, sin-sick heart. But then how can you see Cupid’s dart, The life, the hope, the memory, E’ry piece of forgotten reverie?
So who am I then, I hear you ask. I’m the uncrowned queen behind the mask. I am the wind; I am the rain; I’m the unseen child that dares to fain To read, to dream; to be poet, knight; Pick up my sword and stand to fight. I am the light; yet I am the dark; I am the arrow that hits the mark; I hope, I love; try to right the wrong; Lift up my voice in joyous song.
But I’m more than that, for too there’s pain; Creeping shadow, forever my bane, That hunts and thirsts and tries to drown Every shred of hope and light, drag down What joy and courage I dare to cling. The red-eyed demons dance and sing, Wreathed in fire, in fear, in blood’s flame. The shadowed beasts have laid their dark claim. So to my knees I fall to pray, That an angel might turn night to day.
Now I have told you my why and how. But one last favor I ask of you now. Just tell me this, I beg of you: Look through the window, Who are you?