Was with  a salacious witch
      with amazing quick silver tongue,
Confidence personified
   she challenged me to chase her,
If I so wish, not in words.
 Her liquid eyes and gestures,
made me mad with pleasure
by the time we reached the peacock hill.
Peacocks, big  blue eyes painted on feathers,
   each, was in love with her, it seemed.
Danced vying with each other,
 to please her, while she winked at me.
As if to say"They'll **** each other
  to get my glad eye"wouldn't I feel jealous?


Helpless, I did surrender to her spell,
 like others in the line, in my front and back.
When just one touch of her index finger,
  would evoke magic, I'll get
Transformed to a young peacock
 of  exquisite beauty, with blue green plumes
none have ever seen before,to flaunt at
others of the ilk, on seeing it they'd back out.


Such a witch is one of a kind,my mind
    whispers, it's she who assures me this,
On the full moon night, due in a week
    we'll fly to the far away  hill where
She'll be with me helping to build a nest,
turning to a peafowl herself,
She'll lay a dozen eggs,
yes, in  to my ear, she says, this is only later,
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When, she with index finger will
   gently touche me and proclaim, thus:
"This is the peacock I enticed and  
   with my witchcraft ,bound  for life"

Oh hopeless romantic
Wouldst thou walk for thy love?
Hopeless romantic,
Thou may sayest that thou would live for her,
Yet shalt one die?

Oh hopeless romantic
Wouldst thou kiss her in front of the crowd?
To embarrassed art thou?
Thy mouth speaks openly,
Yet thy heart dont seem to loud!

Romantic
Wouldst thou dine with her in bath?
Bubbles and wine glass
As two da Vinci's of new days age!!!

Romantic
Thou art to a slave
To moribund days as I!!!

Romantic
Get the beam out of thy eye
For thou canst see clearly!!!

Hopeless romantic
Thou may buyeth her roses
Yet does thou pick out its thorns?
Canst handle truth?
Hearts torn?

Romantic,
Wouldst thou give thy other half thy soul?
For she is gold,
And thou art aluminum!!

Still dumbed!

Canst thou see the queen up on high beside thou?

Forgetful hopeless romantic!!

Alone
To me is home
I let the music flow through my veins
And my hate dwindles away
No stress, no paranoia, no screaming or hateful words

I am alone.
And I guess I'm bothered that I don't have friends
But I guess that's okay also
I've become everyones doormat
Sure, I'll buy you this
I'll listen to your petty problems while an (unmentioned) family member of mine does some more ****
But in my head, I scream as loud as I can for just one person
One
Person
To hold me while I cry
And tell me that everything IS going to be okay
And that all this IS going to be over soon
But I guess we can't all have what we want, right?