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Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
I watched the sneer
Curl up like a crinkling leaf

Into the shiny red
Of those shapely lips

They were like roses
Soft, damp and thick

Or cranberry stains
Sweet and lingering

(I could never tell which)
All I knew was

They were always
My favorite
Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
Fashion your figure
Carve each feature to a new
Disguise; another lie
Haiku
Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
Hey, did you hear yet?
About that sweet girl that died?
Cruelty killed her
Haiku.
Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
Shush

It’s not a blade
On your skin amore
It’s God whispering comfort

Blood or tears trickling?
That’s just God’s tears
Giving you a blessing

They are rather rare
So please be quiet
Shut your eyes awhile

As I fix you
This can be interpreted in two basic ways. I was only aware of one as I was writing it for someone. Now that it's been posted and I realize what the other interpretation is, I worry even more about the person I wrote this for.

Post what you thought about it? :)
Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
How strange it has been

To crave the touch of
Rougher souls; these different grips

I am so used to

A desire for the female
Touch, taste, mind and body

Experiencing a male and all
His quirks and customs is

Interesting
Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
Erase my whole history
Forego what I’ve

Touched
Tasted
Smelled
Seen
Heard


I’ll change my name
To Charlie Parker

To
Be
A
New
Girl
Molly Pendleton Oct 2011
The foreign feel

This cool plastic

Pressed to rough

Skinny artist’s fingers

A gentle pressure

Spills inked expressions

Cursive scrawl confessions

I submit myself

To this oddity

Relearning how to

Embrace myself again
I missed this.
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