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MaryJane Doe Jun 2014
Your sorry
    And I agree
  But not with another
     Apology
MaryJane Doe Jun 2014
We made love
In my rocking chair
We swayed and rocked
Without a care
I wasn't wearing
Underwear
I climbed on top
& took you there
You ran your fingers
Threw my hair
I'd let you put them
Anywhere
You lifted my dress
My body bare
Eyes brightened,
You began to stare
I'll never forget
My rocking chair
MaryJane Doe Jun 2014
It takes more
than a stroke of genius
to create a masterpiece.
Thousands of strokes
on the Mona Lisa's smile
and still
she doesn't seam pleased.
MaryJane Doe Jun 2014
Cascades of hearts
Entangle these walls
In the early mourning
Their glory calls.

Scarlet red trumpets
That play to the sun.
Singing somber music
Till the mourning is done

They've over grown
My bleeding heart
Destined to die
From the very start

Once surrounded
By forget me knots
But the glory overgrew
And I guess I forgot.

Laid to rest
In a desolate hole
Bleeding heart roots,
My lonely soul

Cascades of hearts
Entangle these walls
In the early mournings
I sing with their calls
MaryJane Doe May 2014
You spoke
Threw malt      
Flavored lips
       Your hands
   On my hips
With *****  
      Finger tips                
               And the lies  
           In your lines  
       I had heard
        Many times      
              Only
                      Ever
                          After
                      One  
                           Two  
                      Many
                           Sips
MaryJane Doe May 2014
The darkest hour
Is just before dawn
Maybe thats why
The rums always gone

A lush in the day
& a fiend at night
I just can't seem
To get it right

So yo ** **
& a bottle of ***
I think this poets time
Has come

As I drift off humming
A sailors tune
I'll be back tomorrow
& none too soon
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