Two hands, so strong and sturdy,
navigate each page.
Embellishing each line
with loneliness and rage.
One heart, so cold and broken,
calling out to see
if any single passerby
should want to set her free.
Two eyes, discreetly watching
from the corner, seeing you.
She notices each move you make,
your pretense, what you do.
One soul, refined and distant,
reaching out to all,
wondering if anyone
would catch her should she fall.
Two lips, so sweetly parted,
spit both arsenic and lace,
coyly breaking each love down
til hate grows in its place.
The poetess's greatness
dwells in her will to lie.
She'll twist your words and fuck with truth
til the day that she does die.
About Me
- The Poetess
- In the dark of night I told myself that I must write. So with a ballpoint pen in hand, the words shall flow at my command. With every stanza, every song, I navigate through right and wrong. And by the rising of the sun, my sanity hath come undone. Like a lady in a cage, I need release for all this rage. So you, the audience, shall see how each poem sets me free.
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