mistrus
I wish I could plant a bulb
And grow a tree.
A tree with lights
That all can see.
I wish I could plant a bulb
And grow a flower
That had enough energy
To light a tower.
~Ash
Its under lock and key
This heart of mine
Try your best
Take you time
Perhaps if you ask
Or take the risk
Pick the lock
Or use the key
Either way
The hearts yours
Authoritative and regal
The word is smooth across
Except for the little g
It reaches down as if to help
The tones are lyrical
of except of course for the little g.
It jerks the fun to a stop
And gives a low growl
The word manager is quite a word
So many descriptive qualities
The match the word perfectly
Making the definition nearly obsolete.
~Ash
There is no such thing
As perfect level
Perfect pitch
Perfect balance
Life is never level
Or in the right pitch
Or even in balance.
We must go with it
Live it it
Because good or bad
It is bearable
~Ash
New and different
His eyes are luminous
His lips are lush
With hair so silky
Foreign and exotic
Arrogant and rude
Silly boy doesn't know
What he would do
With a girl with an attitude
Tiny and helpful
Little and good
My little gadget
Is made from wood.
It rings with a dong
When it's meant to ding
It's gears creak
When they tick
I love my little gadget
Useful and good
Tiny and helpful
Too bad it doesn't do as it should.
He's so emotionless
So perfect
I'm the mess
I'm the one emotionally wrecked
He waits silently
Waiting for me to turn him on
Not knowing when he will react violently.
He's a robot perfectly drawn
Perfect drawn details
Made with smooth lines
It's my heart he impales
After all, I ignored all the signs
I got hurt
He won
I'm in the dirt
But not the only one.
He strums the string with such a grace
A serene smile on his face
His love in his words I hear
His heart laid out there so dear
His acoustic guitar is so pristine
I will always smile at what we have seen
His kisses addictive
His smile is a slow burn
A taste of whiskey on every word
Light it up
Let it burn
Show that man how it hurts
Douse his life in gasoline
Start a fire he can't control
Leave him amid the acrid smoke
Watch it burn
Let him know
Just how far a hurt girl will go.
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