Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Whatever the hell happens with me,
I won't ever stop lóvíng you.....

~your smiling queen :)

The words weren’t daggers.
Weren’t meant to ****.

They were spindly,
like needles.
But barbed.
So they latch.



I’m not grievously wounded.
Yet I’m still bleeding out...

.

you could say
she didn't know

I don't know, mebbe

but she knew
something

that wombed man,

I could tell

but she tells it better,

mysterious as hell, she says

I know a mother's love

no un-wombed, v. 1.0 ever can

even imagine

the pain
and the joy

knowin'

that head stompin'promise...

Remember that.

I was normal
until the story of love
thoroughly confused me.

So now I have to chose
from a selection of hopes-
none of them attractive.

I can let the dogs dissect
my limbs, so my new body
can heal you all,

but then my weariness
will not be curable
even by eternal sleep.

If nothing else, I've learned this.

          The only words to fear
          are the deathless words.
          Keep them out of touch,

          but not out of sight
          as the gazelles glance and
          bounce round the lion.