Like a toothache on roids
Trying hard to fill voids
Of a life falling short of the hype
Turns her back on her peers
Who have warpaint and spears
At the heart of this vulnerable type
When her pandora's box
Breaks like water on rocks
Splinters puncture her porcelain skin
Empty eyes try so hard
As she lowers her guard
To keep up with a head in full spin
He'd been biding his time
As she marched past her prime
Wearing armour as sharp as her blade
Her surrender was swift
When accepting his gift
Of a day in the sun free of shade
As she let herself go
Juices tingle and flow
Through a body so tense it could snap
Her exhausted frame sinks
As he eagerly drinks
From the cup that she keeps by her lap
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Author:
peto (
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Nothing but perfection from you as always Peto, your poetic heart is right up there with some of the greats.
Splinters puncture her porcelain skin
Empty eyes try so hard
As she lowers her guard
To keep up with a head in full spin
You may not be surprised that I have chosen these lines they are truly exquisite 💖
I am surprised that anyone could think that of my scribbling
Also very grateful
Great to see you Teddy
Rather humbled by your kindness
Many thanks
Mmmmm incredible! Really enjoyed this one! The first word that comes to me is "trust". Isn't this what happens when a person is guarded, decides to take a risk, and trusts again? Or is it just my personal perception?
I'll trust your judgement on that LIZ
Have to agree
To let herself go completely must have trust involved
Think his patience may have played a part
Thank you very much for such interest
Great rhyme and flow as usual!
Love it!
Thanks for sharing
Thanks for reading and such a kind response
Truly appreciate your time and input
Much obliged
I read several times, and each time I discovered more. The first 6 lines, I think, set the stage for a woman disillusioned with life. I found this very powerful. Her journey from life among the herd to a singular existence in the freedom of being is exceptional. Maybe I got it wrong, but I so enjoyed the process. Incredible write my friend.
Bella
This comment sums up the situation as much as the write does
Very grateful for such an in depth look and response
Many thanks
Your rhymes are as sharp as ever but your meaning is mindblowing! I'll not tire of telling you how awesome your poems are!
From the cup that she keeps by her lap …
How perfect is that ? Defines all intent he hoped, she lured.
Thanks Bobby
Truly appreciate you looking in
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