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ButtersBarOne Nov 2011
Sprung, from beauteous filth,

The lies and gradation of the un wed saints

Hung, from gracious guilt,

The death and oration of the un sung and faint

Led, from grounded earth,

The soulless narration of the unloved taint


Believing is all when your all is a lie,
The smell of defeat in the blink of her eye,
The way you never fail to surprise the easily shockable,

Revealing that all was a lie of your life,
The decay of a scent from the skirt of the pile,
The path you never chose to really surmise the unreadable, uncollectable


Paid, to believe this girth,

The salt and salvation of unborn wealth,

Laid, the solution of all their faith,

The untouchable wrath and indignation of lifeless whelps,

Said, to ears that deceive all truth,

The unsinkable feeling you and your friends try not to avoid


Swaying in time to a common hope thief,
The guileless age and her sense of relief,
I thought i just told you to leave love at the door,

Poison and ruptured the stale old lies,
A night of betrayal and blood on these tiles,
Faithless, inauguration a purpose that you belie,

Lover, sweet mother, joker, and harpies with scales combine,
Hater, sweet undertaker, all is within, a touch to cold skin and a world you can't deny,
Believers, my underachievers, fornicate how to the march of the rain, a lifelong ambition that's driven in pain, a rusty disease that you spread with a knife, a guiltless decision made by his wife, a turning old format that withers and screams, a breathless recognition, we all fail to grin, just wait on the inkline to say what you want, I’m turning these covers and buying the bought, ******* the sweetness to boldly deny, that all these suspicions were aroused in the night, a turning, a quickening, a life on the rails, this one ****** mess i can't wash from my nails, so thorough, so clean, yet so impure it's not true, i tried to remake what i thought couldn't be you, but all indication now points to my spine, the tossing and yearning beneath valentine, i am the weather that spoils your day, please hold my ears as she screams my name.
A Willowy brown
Down the aisle you go
And in your wake are the eyes
That seem to be fixed on you
Without blinking

A willowy black
In the forest you spread your bed
And you got secret companions watching you
That seem to fight for clear spot
Without looking their path

A willowy blonde
Your secret place is a secret pub
And your dining place is a hidden hall
That seems to attract many to find you
Without thinking of their life.

A willowy Yellow
You live in bright shining lights
And create a majestic hallow ring
That is the beauty of your life
Without a doubt you are gracious.

Huh Willowy
Oh can’t you just see
The danger you have brought
Into someone’s life?
The fragments and pieces
Are uncollectable;
What broken hearted soul!
MAINA ANN Mar 2019
You broke me into uncollectable pieces.
Yet you're the one my heart misses.
Why can't I seem to forget you?
Why are you stuck on my mind glued?
Wish I'd tell you that I don't want you back.
Wish I'd tell myself to move on even with me stuck.
What did you spell on me and my heart curse?
Every ****** thing and moment points back to us.
The smell of you in the air and in my sheets.
I see your face on them walking down the streets.
You left me too scarred too broken may be too ugly.
You made me wander in my memories trying to unbury.
Is this what you really wanted?
Tease me and leave me haunted?
Is it?

©MAINA ANN

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