#plucked
Bushels of apples
Picked from the orchard this fall
Ripe, crimson, and sweet
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
Ever,if we meet under the canopy of coincident
Your collars shall be on the verge
To be plucked out by me
With the 'good-girl nails' plunged into your flesh
I promise,
I'll get the red in you,out,oozed
Soon will turn you Sapphire blue
Neither your counters
Nor roughness would chase that of mine
Now then you shall be Kisna's pigment
I shall embellish a Peacock's feather on your unkempt hair design
Your hair that you've nurtured in masculine style
Torn apart and your face wet in wild wine splashed back to conscious mind
A smile for witnessing you mad at me
But anyway vengeance was mine.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
She's the flower
that has been
plucked out of
its soil and
still bloom
-HIY
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:50 AM UTC