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Rosa Lovetta Jan 2018
Run, run little rabbit,
Run far away from me,
Go, go little rabbit,
Go where I can’t see
Far, far my beloved
Far from my hungry eyes
Hide, hide my beloved
Hide from all my lies,
Quick, quick fragile flower,
Quick to turn around,
Fast, fast fragile flower,
Fast before I pound,
Down, down little rabbit,
Down before you fall,
Poor, poor little rabbit,
Poor to  listen to my call.
This was the first poem I wrote.
Rosa Lovetta Jan 2018
What do I do,
when my comprehension of you,
surpasses your understanding of life,
Your wants and your yearns,
are far from grown up concerns
My longings and desires,
are no where near your mental pyres,

I fell for you, a child
and when I say you drive me wild,
I mean in denial,

I'd be a alterable Sensi
my loss of emotions would leave you hear say,
the court would call nay,


I ponder who is more incompetent,
an immature child,
or an adult who believes their intention mild?
Rosa Lovetta Jan 2018
To fly away is a lonely way to attain my freedom,
My heart doth slip from hand to hip,
It's drum slowly rises,
My eyes are red and shoes are lead,
without a purpose,
I am not,
My only wish,
is for a waking kiss,
be it reaper, angle or prince,
My life it seems,
hath been a dream,
no magic woe or love,
My endless ocean of not,
is storming me off,
to my very own island of lone,
Oh, wish me away to another day,
if only to be in motion

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