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 Feb 2018 Z
NonLight-Weight
Love, Care, Joy
ove, Care, jo
ve, Care, j
e, Care
, Care
Car
a
Ha
Hat
Hate
Hate,
Hate, A
Hate, Ab
Hate, Abu
Hate, Abus
Hate, Abuse
Hate, Abuse,
Hate, Abuse, S
Hate, Abuse, Sa
Hate, Abuse, Sad
How quickly things of good can be evil
 Feb 2018 Z
brat bunny
a new form, a new shape
a new monster in the make
a new demon for the take
a new cage to break
a new heart to ache
 Feb 2018 Z
Bobcat
She Said.
 Feb 2018 Z
Bobcat
Boy just take it easy
Boy just take it slow
Please don't give up now
You have so much further to go

Put that gun down boy
Step away from the ledge
All the demons your fighting
Don't have to stay in your head

Let me help you boy
Let me be your light
You and I together boy
We'll give 'em a hell of a fight

This is it boy
It's time for war
With me by your side
It'll be easier than before

We got this boy
We won't back down
We'll take 'em all on
We'll knock 'em to the ground

Boy let's take it easy
Boy let's take it slow
All the demons you fight
Will no longer call you home
 Feb 2018 Z
Mary Christopher
There once was a man and a girl
Alone in the world,
Both almost forgotten.

But one lonely night,
He only did sight
The girl alone at the bar.

Her eyes matched the stars
As he came from afar.
He joined that girl,
And they twisted and twirled
Both without a thought.

The forgotten man almost forgot to say
The one reason he never looked away.

It could have been her eyes
That shined as if they were stars.
It could have been
The way she looked at his scars.
It could have been the way they danced and didn’t think,

But the one true reason he couldn’t look away was
She was quite a vision in pink.

m.c.c.
 Feb 2018 Z
Ma Cherie
White and blue now move to orange,
in flames that lick the tempting air,
dancing round a burning fire,
lost in thought- without a care,

Gypsy hearts they move in rhythms,
as fire builds with stomping feet,
the wafting smell of soft patchouli,
hints of savory with the sweet,

Tousled locks they flow on shoulders,
as arms and hands are lifted high,
clapping, moving to the pulses,
hearts are upward to the sky,

Many nights with many dances,
to dance before Aurora's throne,
as magic colors still transforming,
in sky of midnight - moon of bone,

To dance with many or to dance alone,

It doesn't matter -
just dance.

Ma Cherie © 2017
Idk lol I'm not a "real" gypsy- but still! ❤
 Feb 2018 Z
Isabella Terry
Shades
 Feb 2018 Z
Isabella Terry
I love your brown eyes, but your lies aren’t white.
Your lovely pink lips sink into the black night.
Your whispers turn me red, but the colors aren’t right.
I love your brown eyes, but your lies aren’t white.
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