i miss the way we used to talk now you're always spent working and i am wordless when it comes to you it makes me blue a love which hinged on the door that opened into the frames of mind you used to produce has rusted with no use.
The trouble is I need to sleep. The trouble is I’ve exhausted My fate. With secret needs, I’ve decried a wish of seduction. A beat in the blood. Into the Spiral spinal cord of the Rose Tore the pollen from my mouth. So silken is deceit when all The wishes want to believe. Every desire is deserting me. Five flaming fathoms are Opening and flaunting their Favourites- all not me. I’m deprived of dignity. Rosebud mouth closing over Fingers bent receiving sticky Honey. Sweating petals dusted Dew drop encamp upon thighs So silvery old. The sights they Have seen in a young age has Eldered them and left limbs shivering In pale light. I hate myself; I hate you. I hate breathing that leaves me Echoing the fate of the tree. Leaves it open Red gold marigold Leaves in a garden Frightened of two halves, A whole… Miracles suck the mouths. Words wept into the lap of an Empathetic man. I’m off Inside my head again. He can not find me. I’m lost inside my darkness Again. I’ll soon be clinging To your light. A gust of wind Shielding my tears from his Tender questions, touching at A core truth too picked on to Be spoken aloud, the curved Back hero administers the final Toxic elixir to change me into A myth before I am ready Forgive my crushed petals I grew them for you I only wanted to scent the Air, I only wanted… the Want is covered under silk The velvet hammer in his Hands and I don’t think it Was cruelty, this shattered Glass feeling, he wanted me Awake when he told me So silken is deceit when All the wishes want to Believe.
Over Sympathy is not settling Although settling can be Fine, fine in the finest sense Of the word, grand or okay, Sure. Stretching over canvas, the Exchange over wine, one Kiss can lead to another or Raised eyebrows-what were We thinking, we should just Be friends, fine? Fine. Sifting through pictures, one Can settle on an age, consider Were you happy then or was Happiness a veil over a tearful Bride, tearful for reasons she Cannot define. Definitions can Be tricky and according to the Dictionary change over Time.
Novels in Verse
We lay in a tight row Like sardines, Wrapped tight in Blankets and thick Fuzzy pajamas Getting our blood Pressure checked Lay down, and close My eyes to the other Girls' gossip, they Try to include me, But I have nothing To say in the morning This is a strange torment, Laying so close to the others Trapped between laughter And the talk of having to Drink ensures or not, Of having to go to an Increased nutrition plan, Of family therapy sessions Coming at the end of the Week.
When everything falls Apart, people are just Pieces of who they should Be
After best friends Claire and Madison are separated for the summer, they promise to tell each other everything. But when one of the girls starts keeping dangerous secrets, can their friendship survive?
A novel told in verse
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