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278 · Dec 2014
Pocket Of Beauty
Lady Bird Dec 2014
the sun light went out
when he broke my heart
it sat there before me
as the moon fell apart
in his pocket of beauty
yet nothing could dent my joy
loving him was my duty
such an unworthy boy
268 · Jan 2018
Shattered Blame
Lady Bird Jan 2018
sadness clawing behind
stained glass windows
emotionally packed faults
with the possibility of rain
an endlessly heart beat
not yet to cry  but still
feels the leaking pain
swallowing the soul’s core
laced with betrayal marks
dug so deep within the
inhaled shattered blame
barley serving sorrow's blade
leaving empty holes full of
nothing but trapped tears
265 · Sep 2018
WHY ?
Lady Bird Sep 2018
a puzzled face so flushed and bent
thinking over it hard and so effected
with a broken heart saying goodbye
to the broken soul that gave up
yet no one really knows why
263 · Sep 2018
Answers Unknown
Lady Bird Sep 2018
the mist that vail fog before the eyes
lost pondering drench in thoughts
paddling so madly, it begins to rise
a journey exploring darkness
walking a desired destination
traveling the many winding roads
intertwining purpose and reason
with answers unknown
252 · Aug 2018
Confetti
Lady Bird Aug 2018
day has broken into night
up within the painted air
now a sickle-moon hangs
pieces of light like confetti
the stars starts the music
as night begins to dance
249 · Oct 2021
INK me !!!
Lady Bird Oct 2021
with your royal fingers write your poem inside me; use your lancing words to touch every inch of my soul; lick your lusting tongue of thoughts; across my bare body trembling with desire; gallop your royal steed; caressing every arched curve of my ******; press your moist lips against mine; strike those hard passionate worded shivers down your maiden’s spine; ****** your written desires deeply penetrating my core; as I yearn for more; stroll down the chambers of the empty well between my thighs and release your knighting ink; INK me !!!
246 · Aug 2018
Made For Two
Lady Bird Aug 2018
on the very edge
lightly at times tip
upon my thoughts
a small drink of ink
slowly fallen dew
dance with a flip
of written words
they make me think
tear drops of beauty
weeping stars sing
songs made for two

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