Ribbons of desire
Wrapped around her wrists
When He claimed to love her
With all his promises.

Little did she know
Inch by silken inch
Those ribbons transferred poison
Her soul; forever His.

-ARI

From the innocence
That she portrays
You'd never guess
She'd seen such days
Of drugs and *****
And easy lays

You'd never guess
Upon her cheeks
Once lived the tears
That always wreaked
With self disgust
At its highest peak

You'd never know
Upon her thighs
Is where shes written
All her lies
And in those scars
Her hatred hides

-ARI

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

It's hard to e the girl who couldn't  do anything to ease your pain
To be incapable  of stopping the building turmoil inside you like a rain

It'snot easy to be the girl you wouldn't even dare give a simple glance
To be that girl from afar whom without asking-you wouldn't even give a chance

It's difficult to be that girl you wouldn't dare to bother
To be that simple and plain girl among millions of *other

"The other one, the one they call [Sophie], is the one things happen to."

Slurring steps like words, not even drunk, yet
still seeing clearly the blurred letters you sent.

I let her cry, although I never understood
how the salty spate should heal a temporary break.

Blowing up small things to make them big is, what?
we were taught, more than being warned on how they will pop.

I can clearly see through the glass bones and paper
skin, sitting and tightening her ribs, enjoying the plague.

Spilling speech, strictly to rid myself
of your poisonous finger-tipped bones.

I let the break hurt more, swinging mischievously, pulling off the band-
aid slower to compose the tones for her to express.

•

I
         saw    

   you,



                                            Bringing a bunch of yellow flowers,

                                                     Which I eminently love and adore,



Then, you were

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           y,






And felt your tears

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                        ­        N
                          G.....

                   ­                                      on me,



My heart was

                  C      R       U        S         H           E           D !



I don't want to see you in that way,



                                                        ­   I tried to hug and comfort you,











                           But I was locked in this box,


                                                  With a glass in front of my face...



                           © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.