My boy lives in my pond The pond behind my house He whispers Whispers Whispers Sweet things to me My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond And tells me great tales Of his world beneath He is ghastly pale With dead hollow eyes Flesh decaying but I...
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CLMcKenzie
Over 90 days ago
United States
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Adorn me with something sweet Love so strong, it leaves impressions Impressions that even Heaven can not deny. Bless me with something that will make the angels envious So envious, their white, light fluttering wings pause in the air so jealous of what m...
Autonomy
A poem of griefThere is no autonomy I have little autonomy Beat me shatter me tell me what I am to do There is no autonomy Be silent for you do not know what you speak. Wait listlessly patiently namelessly without words without sounds Am I something? Can I be something?...