I havent danced in years
Her authoritive voice cuts
A superior tone wasted
For in vengeance he saves
A deep sigh that laughs
Remembering her invitation.
I havent danced in years
She presses in desperation
Between sugar sweet words
To a caged bird that threatens
Beak open and spitting
Leaving shit on the floor.
- Author: nephilim56 ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2023 05:12
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
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