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misty blue Mar 2011
it's only sweet when first tasted
once digested it ruptures your core
lost love that implores
heart burn leaves my pit wasted
he thought he had a "big ****"
the dumb ***** actually meant that literally
the funny thing is
what he had between his legs couldn't ******* tickle me
misty blue Mar 2011
blue eyed boy of pure flesh and grown bones
you truly inspire
sadly you desire to burn
beneath the suns clench
you have written poetry for girl's
scattered all over this world
all i ask of you is a poem for me
a note to let me know it's true
they say it comes easy to you
blue eyed boy of thirty two
you look far younger than your years
admired by your wisest peers
you say that your heart beats to the rhythm of mine
for that poem i still pine
write it with your blood
i promise you i will drink it up line after line
roy mccarthy
for that poem i still pine
misty blue Mar 2011
partying
women
drugs
drink
do you ever think ?

you justify your every sin

with sugar coated words you lure
your's a tainted heart
it is not pure

poetry and pretty rhymes
hollow words
empty lines

partying
women
drugs
drink
do you ever think ?

think of the girl who loves you true
she has given her heart and soul to you

you took that love then took a **** on my face
just so you could have a taste

a taste of *****
****
and sweet ****
you *******
your love is a blatant farce

i am done
i am through
i burn the love i once gave to you

partying
women
drugs
drink

*******......

do you ever think ?
misty blue Mar 2011
my friend
she laughs at me
for believing
there is a prince amongst the frogs

she calls me the dreamer
she is the realist
black and white
i am the optimist
a rainbow

my friend
she laughs with me
our lives
have taken
different paths
yet
our lives have been the same

so what becomes of the optimist ?
or the realist ?
they keep looking
always searching

for in the end
it may only be
when they are dying
they finally realise
what they truly had

what we had
what we missed
what we lost.
misty blue Mar 2011
Thought of mind plants a seed
Strike of a match
Thrill of the catch
Validation
All we need is an invitation

Searching
Choosing
Love of our life
Husband or wife

Today’s dreams
River of sunbeams
Love lost
Enter at your own cost
misty blue Mar 2011
the poet boy does not want attention
although he fears rejection
stay close
for he will love you dearly
it will never be sincerely
you are but a moment in his time
there to fill his rhyme
he will drink up all your wine
a taker who will never give
this poet boy has another life to live
be careful of the poet boy
he will shut you out
soaking you for inspiration
only to leave you in a drought
misty blue Mar 2011
how did you get in ?
you scaled the walls
these walls of protection
the barrier that keeps me safe
what am i scared of ?
rejection or affection ?
your honesty and openness penetrate me
softening me
melting me
you are infectious
i wish i had your confidence
you touched me
it scared me
i want you
i crave you
i feel you when your not there
you say you love me
how do you know ?
how do i know ?
it’s too soon
is it too soon ?
i think too much
will you be there tomorrow ?
will i be here tomorrow ?
who knows where we go from here or what tomorrow brings
i’ll take that chance
it was me that let you in.....

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