#fawning
The one that you barely notice
It when you wake up in the morning
Probably snoring,
Finding you alarm clock has been,
Moved.
Two inches to the left.
The difference that doesn't fit right.
But if you turn on the light
My energy is still there.
The kind of midnight text
It wakes you up
When you are fast asleep
because, at midnight,
all the hurt weep.
You may be eyes open wide
Like an energy bomb of emotions
Exploded into your aura
Causing you to hate yourself
But my dictionary begins with adoration
And stops at the word you.
As if I didn't know enough
I have read through it cover to cover
Through and through
Enough to find
that you can still talk to me.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
are
pros
in
the
trade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
enjoy
the
goodly
*******
up
lade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
possess
lips
of
a
fawning
shade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
recite
this
rhyme
so
fine
in
grade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
do
flatter
with
the
nicest
wade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
it
is
now
time
for
an
outro
fade
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Oh hell yes, I pay attention
to every word she's said
a master of invention
especially, in bed
It's the lilt and timber
her voice in my mind and head
and *** she's limber
like dough, before it's bread
I'm wrapped around her finger
I'm sure she knows it to be true
my thoughts will often linger
but I always, follow through
She doesn't have to ask
her eyes of grey and blue
her honey from a golden cask
her name, my first tattoo
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC