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Daisy Petals A crush by any other name would be just as fatalDaisy Petals by ~wordsailor
I am on stage
bare naked
the spotlight blinds
He loves me
He loves me not
an all too familiar game
my mind seems to play
with ever other perfect ikperfection
another victim sends me 6 feet under
He loves me
He loves me not
Your smile tightens the custom-fit noose around my neck
suffocating the words I meant to say
could have, should have
didn't
He loves me
He loves me not
Talker Sweet talkerTalker by ~wordsailor
weaving a web of intracacy
truth has become a question
fact of fiction
Smooth talker
slithering out of tricky bussiness
started by your truly
but who's problem is it?
Sly talker
daring to be caught
hung by the neck
by ones own tie
you cannot lie with a tie dup tongue
Trash talker
misery enjoys an upset company
bring me down on your sinking ship
swallowed by a cold ocean of fear
miser is lonesome
but never alone
HUSH
Matured Romance Always lateMatured Romance by ~wordsailor
as usual with your casual smile
Hello bright eyes
with kisses ever so gentle
we went for a ride that day
spoke of a life
by the sea, where water would wash
away that which worries us
that which pains us
dreamt of a life
under the starry night sky
wish I may
upon a shooting star
wish I might
upon a falling one
wished for a life
with you
Winter Morning I woke up, tightening the comforter around me. The weather guessers had predicted this would be the coldest day this season and it appeared they were right. Even the house seemed frostbitten as I walked across my room. The floorboards creaked beneath my bare feet, sending chills up my spine.Winter Morning by ~wordsailor
I put on layer after layer of clothing, catching my rapidly escaping body heat. Excitement and longing bubbled inside of me, causing a smile to spread across my face.
Outside, I could smell it. The sky was a thick, grey blanket, blocking the undesired sun. Flakes of snow fell upon the ground like powdered sugar sprinkled on funnel cake. I lifted my face
Sta.sh
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