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FloydBrandon Feb 2020
Well I’ll be the first of my kind to admit
I like the type of girl that spits
On my clip
**** me until she gets rich
If I go all in   on you go all out on me
into the lions den
Eatin that ***** like a savage
cause I’m wild about it
Shakytrumpet Jan 2020
My wordstend tocle ave,
clippingthemsee mstohe l p b u t
som etim es  it do e sn't
Auto antonyms are fun
annh Jan 2019
Short on words
But long on wisdom;
You are my very own
Sound-bite poem.
Rowan S Jan 2019
As a paper clip
I've tried to avoid your magnetic pull
Your gentle pull
Flexing me free from my
Long established boundaries
Coaxing me
To break
Free
And now
You softly draw me into your orbit
Undeniable attraction
You are slowly teaching me
I am more
Than my
Hardened
Metal
Curves
pluviophile Oct 2017
my only hope for you
my love
is that some day
they will stop clipping your wings
and you will fly with your silver feathers
"A rose by another name , would still be just a rose " T. R .

Sleep my rose , your load so heavy .
Let the stars wash the pain from your memories .
Your battles fought bravely .
Let the soft black velvet of darkness hold you in her arms , sing ancient lullabies to you ,
soothe you with her charms .

Let the moon gaze upon you , softness in his glow.
He'll guard over you .
Said he just wanted you to know .

Let the Banshee's wail warn anyone that dwell upon evil deeds .
It's not lightly taken , best you turn around and flee .

Now then rose , your thorns  now protect thee .
And as stardust begins to fall , hush now little one for I hear the Sandman's . . . last call .

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