Ageless puppets clamor to life form their hiding
Shake their dust and begin their pitter-pattering...

Your round eyes look soothed
Watching the sauntering rain...

Tracing the lines) I’ve written many...
Of the countless accounts, pen and paper...

Beauty:
Expressive blue eyes drawing daggers to my scalp...

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At the stroke of twelve, his soft lips brush hers...

So emotional and surging, that u could feel your
stomach acids eating the lining from your stomach...

In lapses of judgement, are we bound by fate?
in manipulative hands, sectioned as bait...

Insanity and taunting in malicious cat-calling
yells echo from a young man as hes bellowing...

Can I bare to crawl from beneath the safety?
the warmth hiding me from the misery...

Words catching in my swollen throat
your egotistical as you brag and gloat...

Deceit burning in my stomach and churning
grabbing the epitome of desire and yearning...

The wind howls like a shrieking banshee
the night thick and muggy, misty...