Night mocks in pretty dark blooms, as i
wake in a dream, something in my throat,
as i choke, gargling in water, would you
even bother?
Sometimes, if i am a good girl, i will
fly, wanting to get high on shadows
and secrets…..
I sip and slumber in daydream wonder…
If we hold hands with big grins, we could
color nocturnal, but, only for a little while
until we got bored, and skip to another
scene to bleed….
I want to drink sunsets endlessly,
sinfully, telling bedtime stories….
You…i…roused, what would you show
me when everyone sleeps?
In fields of dusk and dew i run….
come find me….
Knees scraped, raped, looking for
a mate…but, could anyone love you
if they knew you were a soft boy…?
Heart on your sleeve, I believe in
fairytales….
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*Picture taken from Pinterest, and inspired
the poem;)*
Lighting bugs, childhood tugs, oh,
how i miss you so…tickling my toes,
just for a pose….
Barefoot, no cares, bewares, even from
broken hearts….buttercups…..
*IMAGE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
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