her
Focus and
hit it
when the image
is sharp
and
not blurry.
Is she
an object,
or a person
who you wish
not a dish....
of a dream
that's tasty...
She's funny and charismatic
she leaves you rising
about the spectacles
of the run of messages
Bleeding,
her involuntariness
she entourages
energizes
inside.......
She's death
because you chose,
lust over the red
of blooming
she's been there....
and still,
you beat the drums
and not the piano,
she rules over gentle
and your storms raging,
she's given plenty
of opportunities,
a pillow sleeping
The gentle is shelved
of the wish and the hows
and the black is in denial
of the thunderstorms,
a bed here for one's blinds
as he 's fantasizing
can only be harmless
hard to sleep at night
until the daylight bleeds
in all of wishes created
outside of your destiny
The garden you neglected
refuses says bees and roses....
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