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Mütterlein

04:26 Aug 06 2020
Times Read: 421


My jaw
locked
Inside your jewelry box,
The ocean is hungry for your return.
Give me my library back,
Have him fish for them
As you pile them on my head
good posture for me to
Just walk away.
Your body is an eel buffet.

It will take
me a minute
to be sure on anything,
Always tell me
just go along
Happily with the idea for a meal.
Numb with
The way I'm held to dinner standards.
When the order is wrong,
The maid gets blamed.
Make it better with the new dirrection.

Puppet of an
Aftermath,
I lock myself in.
Nothing worthy to feast,
fiest was a trait to have with cake
And not eat.
I'm the guiltless
echoing,
Of Beneath everything.
You get the bottom of everything,
Greed won.
Have him do it perfectly
As my name gets crossed out
From the sainthood I got signed up for.
Youth group wanted to hold a barbeque
While they burn me.
Your
unhappy meal,
Remake me to your liking.
But it was still
A Failure.
With maggot onions
Ruined.
You didn't even get a toy.


Smile's the promnight dumpster,
The music I requested gets turned off anyways.
Conversations miscarry as I learn to stay home.
Like a dead baby joke told at the table,
They hate me and I leave.

Reinactment of the
Drama of an exhile.

Oh well,
How I wonder
If you would be known for your characters
From the original tale.
Of consistant reminders
we were born to fade away.

One story tower,
Fallen hair..
forget to sweep it off the bathroom floor
The same level of all old tumbleweeds
Of cats and pup we had,
They eventually want a new kitten.
Away with those children,
Like when
Credit cards get the chop
Of bitesized pieces.

Unknown to hazardous living,
how could you expect them to
Fulfill your hopes and dreams?
Still too young to read
The warning label's fine print.
Grow bitter
Or grow your tongue
And split it.

In two triangle sides ,
Drug funded wars.
Who are you now?

I hear Tom's on the porch
Out of his mouth
Celebrating! Your going, my leaving.
The chair outside my window
Is another way
blame the maid.
You will be missed,
While I fade away.


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LadyIvyAiyanna
LadyIvyAiyanna
04:49 Aug 06 2020

I really like this...








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