#plucking
Your brows
If you over preen
Will have to lean
On the likings of
A sharpie pen
In the color coffee bean
Then you will be
A vampire queen
Looking ever so mean
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
You think
I am a hen
In god's house
There for the plucking
Oh honey
How foolish you are
To think it'd be so easy
To get close to me
My feathers are gold and ivory
And my beak deadly
Moving with pigeon toes
You stumble and trip
You thought this dance
Would be swift
But this is ballet
And you are not my Siegfried
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
You’re still sitting there
In the middle of my heart
Plucking at its strings
With your fingers made of razors
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
I'm a man that has little respect twoard others land and property
But when I saw that rose it was something rare that couldn't be replaced our bought
I climbed the fence and plucked it from the owners garden
Ran with it through many adventures
I saw the beauty in the rose
It was not like the others
But due too the fact I plucked it
Just like I stole it they stole it from me
For having been the one to pluck the rose I had to face the consequences
Oh what better consequence than to have what was stolen from me stolen
I can see know what others had to go through
But this pain and suffering is to great
How can I live without my beautiful rose
Now I'm crying feeling like the original owner
Just waiting for it to return
Right beside the fence
Without the my roses warmth
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC