I once had a goat named Little Amuck
that would always gloat and never gave a ****

This goat would always mess with me
and play with my favorite stuff

I loved her when she ate the trash
I hated her when she ate my stash

But when Little Amuck
started to eat my favorite stuff
It was time to discipline Little Amuck

It was just Little Amuck lucks

When I tried to kick her in the ***
She would run really fast

When I would get her in a corner
She would faint as I got closer

I would always feel sorry
for my Little Amuck

Yet she always gloated at me
and never gave a ****

Drunk on wine.
Drunk on poetry and
you. Drunk on life and
the things you do. Wrap
me in your arms. Wrap
me in the wings you have.
Kiss me with love kiss
me the way angels do.
Talk to me with words of
love. Talk to me the way
poets do. Because dear the
love i have for you is more
stronger than the love that
exists in the words of
Shakespeare and Edgar
Allan Poe too* ~

After enough heart breaks
I finally found a perfect hypocrite
who loved me "supposedly" unconditionally
our days were full of light
felt like moon was a little closer

like a flower we blossomed
we emitted a heavy fragrance
haters choked on it

each day we fell more and more in love

woow to that love
it was crazy and adventurous
while I bought her guns and bullets
bows and arrows

she got me flowers and chocolates
wrote me heart quenching poems
and at night ,serenaded my heart

I painted her staircase pink
and got her ***** dresses
her walking upstairs
the view I enjoyed

But sigh!things just changed
its dawn, sun is up and the moon far gone
Medusa turning me into a stone
would have been merciful

maybe I did overdone something's
believing I was cementing our fragile relationship
after all
the road to hell is filled with good intentions