All these boys do is meet behind the shed, 4:20 alert dagger of the day climbing rocks and making bets on their teams pressing feet on gold coins dropped from birch trees and well trodden hills Idiocy comes in many forms—
I join em and ignore the world the cries replaying hundreds of time during the daytime, night time, onward.
Beauty lies bereft and bound it cries for help but utters no sound mascara kisses fade from your lips etched by lovers worn fingertips purple rings around sullen eyes the broken skin it never lies fists of thunder make not the man nor the swift strike of back of hand a thousand apologies can never repair the displacement of a single hair for she is not an object for you to own she is a Queen that deserves a throne and if she allows you to enter her chamber it's also her decision if you should remain there.
her beauty is boundless and cannot be tamed all those who try should be shamed
***** I have shared my poems on this website now since 2015 and this is my first daily, it has been a privilege and I appreciate all the lovely comments <3 *****
I went to mum, I have lots of work but,I don't know some, So what's the big deal, Search Google. Answers I found most, Others I can't mum, I am lost. Don't worry, No hurry, If Google can't answer, MEDITATE dear.