Need for Sleep.

I sit,
Sleep stolen from mine eyes needs,
How wonderful to sit in land of dreams awake,
'Tis such a ***** of blood fueled,
Mine eyes with wakefulness,
A man who writes, keeps me alive,
When blessed sleep,somehow evades my gentle lids,
When your true love , he so forbade,
A haze of fashionable discretion snatches,
Life catches me stabs my heart,
her dry,
Poetry stabs mine,
In writing his art as true love binds!
By ladylivvi1

Full Life!

Fall into my heart cos she's empty, only thing left there is secret silence....,
Drags me down as lead balloon,
She's not air filled, just heavy.
Silence is dashed by 24/7 secrets of takeaway delights, where drunken people go to just to have a fight...they toot their ***** horns without respect for people, who there dwell.
Where eagles dare to fly,
I've never been!
Live in a concrete world full of dreams,
It's a sin....
Sinful use of the area..,
Feels like the land where a million shops are standing close at hand....
Holding each other close,it seems,
Must indeed, just be the lie of the land!
A lot of clever snobs near here ...our future heir apparent,
(not royalty, life generally) well that I fear, university close at hand...sits, meets supply with demand a cost...hell guess I can't really moan at that!
Without the seat of learning I here received , I guess that I'd be lost,
She taught me kindness and compassion with theories attached...
paradigms ideal, for real!
She didn't teach me poetry of that I'm truly glad...
I think poetic inspiration well, she came from my Dad,
Holding a community of nameless faces to ransom, who acknowledge a nod with a "hi",
Not knowing what they're doing here, not even knowing why!
They smile when they see me, cos I have lovely smiling eyes,
They smile cos of what I do,
They only make utterances cos I'm all dressed in blue!
Copyright Livvi Kent 14/04/2013

Walking through the whirlwind with grit in my eyes.
The rain's belting down as my heart be disguised.
Wrapped up in an invisible cloak.
I feel it's sensation.
As I'm starting to choke.
Making a moment into subliminal magic.
Spoken in whispers which are seen been not heard.
Words of significance.
Mere moments in time.
I write them in rhythm and now and then rhyme.
Good morning everyone.
It's not so ****** hot but I still see the sun.
(C)LIVVI

In each morning sneaks.
Rousing me from deathly sleep.
Electricity throbs.
Eyes wide open.
Night time robbed.
Another day resides inside.
Bed gives up it's precious cargo.
Time to go and face the world.
The world of coffee pots and toast.
Morning's here and last night just a mere ghost.
(C) LIVVI

A magic craft.
With bells attached, a contortion of such noise.
A racket of lust blazing scarlet love.
Maybe crimson as it flows.
It scoots over the highest mountains.
Splashing playful in water fountains, clean and fresh and oh so new.
The novelty of passion, washed up on the lonely beach,
Your heart is lost, I cannot reach.
My fingers numb, my heart the same.
To us, was much more than a game.
The beast of fear trapped us,
Yes, you and I,
You sit in your castle.
Watching the world go by.
Surveying your parallel universe, you think of me, now you think of hell.
Paroxysm of missing in muse!
(c) Livvi

An all consuming passion snatched us both from the gates of hell,
In a symphony of moonlight mood,
Dressed up in peach tranquility,
Soft and satin as downy touch,
Every day smiles,
For the sun coats me in your once vacant heart again,
Where you and I, as lovers run always free,
In a salient dalliance,
You and I dance,
In some kind of crazy harmony,

For sure I love you and sure you love me,
Your love is awesome,
Filled with respect, something that I shan't ever regret,
For I am your woman, your sweet baby,
Some kind of wonderful magic we weave,
We are entranced by this marvellous magic romance,
Silly we may be,
Stupid we're not, as we make the most of the chances we've got!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

In a window less cell.
Where the phone never rings.

No visitors here.
Hold myself dear.

The wind bleats as lamb.
Soft,virtually silent.

Only sound heard, rattling air-brick.
Still cold inside.

Lonely fool.
Sits waiting for endurance to call.

She doesn't need it.
He's just a *****.

He doesn't call.
Once he did.
She said she'd visit.

Only because she's bored.
Good Lord!

What is it that makes her hide inside.
Hide inside her heart that died.

Static she waits in her virtual box.

Watching the seconds dance over the clock.
Knowing all that he wants is a game with his ****.

Stuck In a vortex between love and hate.
Certainly not feeling great.

The height from where she fell was lowly.
He truly is not holy.

He lives where terra firma strokes the belly of the worm.
The worm wants her to stroke him.

Will F**k him but only with words!
She will not go.


By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

See, I told you all I'm very versatile...I write everything from the darkest nights to summer swallows, to Christmas treats and mental ailments ** Books on Amazon, 6 to date great Christmas gifts for you and your mates!

Hiding in silence.
No words be spoken and tales never told.
Secrets hidden in the curled up pages of a tan tainted book.
The lost hide within.
Ran under my skin.
True eruption of passion as written words break.
Life's sustenance stuck between the sticky centre pages where they dwell.
Escapism urged on with the pen.
It's written.
The demons left.
Wave them goodbye with a white handkerchief.
Your self is finally resting like a dove at peace.
(C) Livvi

Utopia!

A mirage in the desert heat.
My eyes did lift.
My heart did meet.
My mind did drift to foreign climes.
The desert heat.
It charred my feet.

Palm trees graced a distant scene.
Arab man on fiery steed.
As if stepped out of a dream.
Hell in hell.
Methinks this maybe heaven sent.
Perhaps, I think that this must be meant.

And horror of horror.
The heat it burned.
Menopausal night sweats.
They turned.
Into sweating night dreams.
The early light, this early light.
Locked my sweet dream out of sight!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Find me an island.
I was alone, you joined me.
A distant island, where the sun blazes comfortably.
Where we are soothed by the sea,
Where the sand gets stuck between our toes.
You catch hold of me gently, and kiss my cute nose.
We can watch ocean liners, they're cruising the skyline.
Write love notes with palm fronds to one and another.
We can flirt with the birds.
The noisy ones with coloured wings.
We have to ****** one now and then, so we can eat.
Feeling rather mean...can't quit meat.
The setting sun, a shade of maroon,
How good it feels to be marooned.
Such mariners riding the tide of life, shipwrecked in paradise.
Don't rescue us too soon.
(C) Livvi

One day I shall be gone.
I shall fade into the mists of midnight.
And you,
You will be placed in a position full of blood red regret.
Regrets that tumble from your eyes.
Perfect as claret.
Those eyes black as coal.
Will occasionally sparkle silvery regret.
You unchained my wrists by your own volition.
You chased me away as if a huntsman, pursuing a fox.
Mixed messages.
Lost in translation.
I escaped while the going was good.
You could have torn me limb from limb.
This ***** ran.
She got away.
Sprinted like the wildest wind.
Once abandoned memories extinguished.
(C) LIVVI

The sun is beating down today.
Here hear, I say.
The funny idiosyncratic folks into the tanning salon trek.
Ooh heck
Crispy skin, cancer risk.
Folk are strange.
Or much too vain.
(c)LIVVI

Juliet stood on her balcony.
Crying tears of flowers for hours and hours, as he paid her compliments in song.
What if Romeo was not really a romantic?
What if he was controlling.
What if he were manipulative?
What if he made her scared?
What if her family had lost control of her?
Maybe Romeo loved her to bits, maybe he didn't.
Maybe that's how he wanted it.
Maybe he was a player.
Did he want to play, with her yo-yo heart?
Maybe he did.
Perhaps they had a mega fight.
Death became both of them.
The darker side of love.
(c)Livvi

Be gone thy one with forked tongue.
Speak only through your toxic pen.
Graffiti wrote in blazing red
Thoughts written in emotive letters.
For all the world to see.
Before your feelings, be declared cold and dead.
(C) LIVVI

Counting seconds passing, on my left hand with my right.
Every so often when inspired I pick up my precious pen and write.
My boredom is becoming pain, as time and time again, nothing changes, its just the same.
Somewhat biographical, my life's become a chore.
Inside my head a box of issues all make war.
I'm poorer, than said church mouse.
The lord be praised, I still have my house.
Never used to be this messed up.
I have letters attached to the end of my name.
RGN.
Means nothing more than emotional pain.
Sooner it stood for wild pen.
At least my pen it doth release the piles of ******* from the top of the heap.
Let's me breathe and gives me peace.
Sick to death of eternal struggle.
My life is just one freaking muddle.
Kind and caring, always a curse.
Comes under the pseudonym, had enough nurse!
(C) LIVVI

Vexed!

A being of many parts am I.
A heart of charms.
A brain hot roasted, as coffee on fire.
Words continually vex me.
Rather a complex chick.
At times.
Lovely when I'm chirpy.

A world of angst inside right now.
Skewed on an ice pick.
Runs deep inside.
A dagger of heartbreak.
Almost in mourning.
When you severed a friendship .
Last post of my morning.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Bitter be thine acid tears.
They burn.
Painfully those tears fall.
Thine breath be stifled.
Thy love may be immeasurable.
Mine eyes are pouring rainbows.
They trickle down my nose.
Mine heart so soft, so gentle once.
Was property of yours
Give it back to me.

Should  wild horses pick me up.
Carry me back to you.
May commonsense  inside my soul, grow perfect wings, and fly away.
Could have loved you forever, in the land of never ever.

(c)LIVVI

Vicious Beast!

As a wild tiger.
A rare beast you are.
Claws finely honed.
Sandpaper tongue is sharp.

Struts before me in wild nonchalance.
A black mane of curling tresses.
Underneath aggression's over coat.
There lies a tender ***** cat with tears.

Dripping from those tom cat eyes.
Acid drops taste his face.
As they drop to his lips.
Where he can taste them still.

Hides beneath a masquerade of wickedness.
To conceals all his pain.
Like any ***** cat.
He needs a tender touch.
Gives one in return.
A white tiger.
Near pure.
Unsurpassed!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

She has views of apartments, decked with blue flowers.
She listens so close hearing traffic dash by.
It' a messy apartment, but nobody minds, and nobody matters.

On the far side,the far side of the street.
From her window she she pays homage to the soldier sat square in his chair.
Looking smart,all brushed and polished.
Don't know how the hell he coped.
Sitting there kept hope alive.

Hope was a tiny kitten, a tiny ball of ****** fluff.
Looked rather like a tiger, you know.
She sat on his lap as he mused and amused the by passers of the daily grind.

He tried to busk, but he just couldn't play.
The war had been but, a brief affair, their war.
She had coped with his negative feelings as he sat and cried.
She bore his crown of thorns of war, with dignity as did he.
That which war destroyed neither denied,

He sat every day in that spot over the road, just up from the subway, by the fast food joint.
Watching, listening, and breathing in fumes.
The being he once was becoming exhumed.
And he stroked his cat and tried to sing.
He wanted to buy her a posh diamond ring.
Desired to catch her and take her away.
Maybe another day.

The apartment's a mess, but only because, after the war she lost her true love.
A large black dog, chased out the cat, the one that's over the street where her once lover sat.
The soldier who'd wanted to buy her a ring.
Depression got both of them, just one of them things!
(C) Livvi

Good morning Muppet.
I saw you staggering out of bed.
After stretching over to turn off the alarm.
****** thing.
Left it snoozing and off it went again.
You're in the kitchen, cooking your coffee and porridge.
A mighty morning brew.
The alarm hangs out on the face of your phone.
You need to use it today.
So you dash upstairs to turn it off.
Tripping over the dog, who's dashing around your feet.
Porridge flies and coffee slops.
All over the carpet and one hot dog.
Morning's, don't you just love 'em.
P.s.the dog's okay.
Just the start of another fractious day.
(C) Livvi

Vile!

When on this foul and filthy Monday.
The sun begun to cry.
First time past the hurricane.
The sky flared navy blue.
In daylight robbery.
Sun was scared away.

Grim reaper stole the summer.
Left just a world in murky dirge.
Madam sun will someday soon.
Knock reaper out.
Beat into submission.
Bring back summer's sun!

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

He is not vile.
He shoved her carelessly out of his space.
Buried her under a pile of rubble.
Some kind of punishment for bursting his bubble.
Does she care.
No, not her .
Has desire to come to him.
To scratch her way through soiled skin.
So she can spit toxins in his unjustly vile eyes.
Just like the ones he spat in hers.
Toxins like the ones he poisoned her with.
Jesus,
Her brother, her fellow man.
She's glad to be free.
Such an atrocity in fair English city.
He held tight the rose of England.
Nicked his finger on her thorns.
It bled red love away.
She wishes like his kisses, that she were dead.
He thinks he wants that too!
But he knows his bleeding finger lingers.
Hidden somewhere in his heart of memories so tender!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Could you recognise the unholy screams of planes firing throughout the sky?
Poor guys impaled on spikes of war, corrupted hiding in the trenches.
Almighty, flash of light, filling the screaming, beating sky.
The guys in the trenches,  not afraid to die,
Or are they?
If it means their honour's kept intact.
The ****** soldiers, facing the war for the first time ever.
Doing their duty, proud men.
On the payroll on the nation.

Bombs continued dancing on the skyline, in their nonchalant way.
Smell the hanging death, it's strung throughout the atmosphere.
And still they watched and hid, and still they smelled the terror,
The terror they keep inside, not allowed to be afraid, caught upon the storming skies.
During the latest fatal air raid.
A storm of sand invades,
The sand blamed for  the eviction of their tears.
Stiff upper lip is frigid!
(c) Livvi

Smoking fog.
Distant pictures.
Hilltop structures.
Emerald seas.
Golden beaches.
Out of reach.
City lights.
Overnighters.
Streaming music.
Threading textiles.
Suitcases.
Double faces.
Disgraceful.
Disgusting.
Fairies flutter by in fairy stories.
Masquerading as bright red butterflies.
(c)Livvi

She wore a red dress.
It flattered her most gorgeous form.
Her dress wore shapely, a memory of the men who passed before.
The first, whose name was Cyril, the last ones name was Norman.
She had poppy made of paper.
Stuck between her *******.
In memory of the last one, he always had been best.
Upon the hazy battlefield she'd seen him as he fell.
In her wings she carried him upwards out of hell.
The sky it cleared.
The fighting ceased.
Heavens' folded, creased with cloud.
Peaceful field, silent crowd.
(c)LIVVI

Sunburn in November near.
Brightness of sunshine.
Being held no fear.
Bathed in golden light.
And the so Admiral fluttered.
Bit late in the season.
For butterfly to flutter by.
Landed on the sill.
Absorbed the suns prolific rays.
Grazing on warmth and autumn comfort.
I came too close and you were gone.
(C) Livvi

There is monster.
He lives in my cupboard.
My wardrobe in fact.
He's green with pink and purple spots.
He wears a frilly floppy hat.
Tragic really.
He never speaks to me.
He gives me a sly wink and grin when I open the door.
His eyes are that of saucer size not far away from dinner plates.
Today h
He smiled at me.
His teeth are pearly white.
A couple of canine fangs in fact
Incisors in between.
You know what?
When the sun rises and I go to seek my uniform he's nowhere to be seen.
Left behind,only puddle of neon green.
He's always dressed in green with spots of purple and pink.
It made me think.
Maybe a little presumptive me is believing that he's a he.
When perhaps he's a she.
(C) LIVVI

***** wears red coat.
Flushed in blushes.
Secret blushes.
She works for a finance company.
Covers the rent.
Plastic heels.
Feeling lonesome like a mountain pine.
Tickled by simple things.
Reliant upon simple men.
Not gentleman driving Bentleys or Rollers of Royce.
Silly *****.
No choice.
She's not a fox.
Nor is she a *****.
Just a pen of fantasy.
I'm bored stiff sat upon my bed.
Silly inspiration crept into my head.
LIVVI

There is a voice at the bottom of the stairs.
It's a male voice.
I don't care.
There are no males here at the moment.
No-one I need to fear anyway.
My son lives here, but he's at work.
Just a couple of deep throated groans.
Where do they come from?
Keep hearing these moans.
I don't mind if he stays.
I moan more than he does, because I can.
My noisy invisible partner, only a man.
(c)Livvi MMCV

A voice in the morning niggles at my head.
Not the voice of schizophrenia.
A real voice indeed.
Before I fall I think of you.
And when I wake I do so too.
It’s all very weird.
To me endeared.
Let’s pretend we’re not friends.
I wonder.
The stars lace the sky in diamond rings.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings.
For me, it’s work.
With its trials and tribulations.
Just puts some pennies in my pocket.
I am a realist for now.
Believe not in love.
She’s a holy cow.
Always let her rip me to pieces, don’t know how!
(c) Livvi 2014

There is a voice at the bottom of the stairs.
It's a male voice.
I don't care.
There are no males here at the moment.
No-one I need to fear anyway.
My son lives here, but he's at work.
Just a couple of deep throated groans.
Where do they come from?
Keep hearing these moans.
I don't mind if he stays.
I moan more than he does, because I can.
My noisy invisible partner, only a man.
(c)Livvi MMCV

Love was caught up.
Tangled upon a strand of nylon string.

I used to dream of ribbons.
Pink ones.

Pretty sickly dolls house ones.

He got a knife.
A silver dagger.

I remember that day so well.
I think I always will.

Balloons full of helium.
Breathed in the vapours.

Full of a squeaky whispers.
The squeaky whispers grew and grew.

Still he couldn't hear me, maybe he just didn't want to.

Lived in a world of his own.
A number of miles from mine.

(C)Livvi

Hollow echoes,
roaring silence.
Vacant faces
Empty spaces.
Drowning souls
Crying screaming,
Entering into death's dolls house.
Swamped inferno.
Endless noise.
Sweating,
Dropped suggestions
The living care.
They care not.
They never did
Ad, okay  

All immortal souls cry ,left alone.
Shadows trickle painfully into regrettable existence.
Lost between here and there and into the distance.
Distance never reached, as only demons screech.
Eternity wails as banshees play.
Wraiths warbling,  Playing as evil humming birds.
The undead walk.
They're dragging their chains.
Closely attached to their mortal remains.

Rattling and crying
The long dead are sighing.
Prepared or not for judgment day.
Purgatory
Not the place to be.
They calling out loudly
They want to be free.

A scream it seems they plead for sweet freedom.
Pleas for forgiveness.
Begging broken children
Crying and calling for mothers they left long ago.
Dripping blood of victims of ******.
She screamed for a life time.
Nobody heard her.
Victims of hanging their banging the walls.
Trying hard to reply as sweet angel calls.
Angels, archangels, none of them know.
They're calling for mercy.
Don't want to visit the fires in the pit.
Hell be spared.
Heaven be sent.
Noisy dead sinners give up.
Just repent.
While you had your chances necromancy black magic.
Romances. and chancers.
Your times be they hard,
You were always the chancer.
Wailing impaled on moments of madness.
The eagles are soaring.
The dead men are snoring.

To calls of the cats
And wolves that are baying at a cloudy blue moon.
Shouted out loudly they all died to soon.
Beep beep beep.
AF,
VF.
VT.
The rally to save those who misbehave.
CPR.
Asystole.
Diseased.
Deceased.
Cracks and chinks.
Missing links.
Hollow tomorrows.

Necropsy kiss.
Necrotic.
Breaking down.
Released to silence.
Forgiven.
Absolved of sin.
Giving in.
Released.
Displeased.
Relieved.
And so the next batch arrived.
The candles lit.
Which pathway will they take.
A guiding vulture waits to steal their souls away.
He's crowing and calling and scratching at dust.
(C) LIVVI MMCV

On the watchtower she stood.
*****.
Arms reaching to the sorry sky.
The sorry sky that cried.
Flowing hair tussled by the storm winds.
She's watching out.
As a sentinel she's guarding her heart from further pain.
A mariner creature she was.
Sailed on love's stormy seas.
Now washed up on the shore.
After being dashed upon sharp rocks.
Just once.
Once was enough.
She is soft.
Tender, no iota of tough.
She adored him.
She swears her love won't melt.

She will never love again.
Her heart is stone.
Protected.
For unholy pain, damaged her love beyond relief.
Where only angels fear to tread.
Only there,
This lady's love will leave it's head.
And there forever, her brazen head shall lay.
Wanting nothing more than lust.
Her heart tho made of stone.
Now smashed into smithereens of dust.
Broken, shattered all illusions.
That solitary witch.
Insensate as only true love lost!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

You were her beautiful  magic man.
Godly in stature,
A giant of minute man.
Insignificant to all others, but to her, the most amazing one.
Her heart you snatched, tore her soul.
It pumps in her chest but her most precious jewel's captured, tight within your hand.
She waits silently.
She's sad, must be sad to wait.
But, your fingers are holding tight,
She's never far from sight, nor mind.
You know she's always there.
The phone calls to you subtly,
Every time it rings you wonder.
Will it be?
Could it be?
Her!
You, you're just running scared.
You could have had it all.
Darling, as if a hedgehog, you stole her life.
In fact you stole her all.
You her yellow lover,coiled in a tight protective ball.
Still you're waiting for that call.
(C) LIVVI

My lord, this day I ask for thee ,with sleek and shining silver tongue for long and tender flows of pure white.
Satirical satisfaction.
Clearly fresh.
Speech so tender.
With ******* ripples and tickles.
Total licks.
Wrapped in lace.
A special place.
Your lady can but, wait no more.
As on a pedestal be sat.
Patient as a book of prayer.
One day in dreams.
We shall share.
LIVVI

Each morning sneaks.
Rousing me from deathly sleep.
Electricity throbs.
Eyes wide open.
Night time robbed.
Another day resides inside.
Bed gives up it's precious cargo.
Time to go and face the world.
The world of coffee pots and toast.
Morning's here and night is just a mere ghost.
(C) LIVVI

Into the night a phantom visits.
A blinding panic of fear built upon fear.
Shook in her shoes, the ones that were missing.
Tries to run there's nowhere to run.
In a night of sweats so fueled by panic.
Stumble through darkest cloak.
Wind blows in her face of beauty.
Scratching her eyes.
Giving only blindness.
Word blindness.
So dark.

Terrorized by the power of one so strong.
Compelled to forget as she wakes.
The way they left her shaken.
Forsaken.
The reminder of the spiteful night.
Disturbed sleep of dreams emblazoned.
Amazingly, dreams scarily so profound.
Thrown out of the window as her pen finds it's voice.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

That wicked naughty little girl.
She's bouncing on the bed.
Her footwear's rather sticky.
As it is a lava bed.
Her boots are breached by temperature.
Pooh,sulphuric smelly feet.
Cook yourself roast chicken.
A really stinky treat.
(C) Livvi

To walk on water could there only ever be one?
Was it not Gods only son, who strolled in Galilee, with the fishers on the sea?
It has been disputed that another fella, name of Blaine, gentle strolled upon the river of grime, a.k.a the River Thames.
Obvious illusion, well at least that's what I'm guessing.
Now however; a change in  the weather, provided squelching mud cover, engorged the fields of mud with water.
Mud supports those who walk, in squishy, squashy welly boots, fighting through, unholy mud.
Hereby, I now pronounce out loud, more than Jesus, an entire crowd.
(C) LIVVI 2014

The morning made it once again
All hallows eve nothing, but a make up stain left on a costume, somewhat theatrical.
Today the autumn sun is up, praise be.
Glinting glamour on the trees.
Cobwebs tangle laundry lines.
Dream catchers,
Dew catchers.
The flies have no dreams.
Spiders sated.
Crystal fall.
Guy Fawkes will, but ******* remove.
Christmas coming with vitess.
New year.
2016, total mess.
(c)LIVVI
Thank you Stephen Cole ,for the inspiration for the

Bright balloons,
they flutter in the breeze,
colourful streamers,
flicked from the trees,
playing a role of their own.
they hang as prayer flags.
Sometimes the sky cries,
loudly,
only for the loved and lost,
how dare they go and die.

Candles guard their yard,
protecting eternal life,
sentinels to the hallowed plots,

The spirits of the young,
they skip and trip,
stepping over the flagged markers of long passed elders.

Parents cry,
sometimes discreetly,
sometimes wailing,
an admission of sorrow at their loss,
others clutching emotion far inside,
locked up tight,
while denying their loss.

Pray sweet spirits,
pray,
you sleep tight,
for the occupants of the infants graveyard,
No more living load to bear here.

Cold silence hangs in the air,
supported by the strings of pain,
sleep peaceful,
resting in your blessed innocence!
(C) Livvi

Warming Up!

She speaks to thee in words,
Not of spoken type,
She talks to thee in poetry,
Then you come to dance with me,
A blend of vexations mischief mixed,
The black heart is being fixed,

Slow puncture so deflated,
Very slowly trickles out,
The blood runs warm,
Although her heart is cold,
Sour blood dissolved through water's edge,

In a dizziness of fashion,
Her life is full with passion rich,
Magic from two crazy pens,
When you and she will meet again,
To write of nature, love and pain!
By ladylivvi1

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