Splat
splat
all over you
sweet tender
love
turned to stone
pretty angel
you wanted
my ugly truth
my hard history--
--the long bent road
to
what I
pine
yearn
ache
waste away
for
hope it doesn't
crush you
there's a
prince in the beast
and a beast in
the prince
who still believes
fairy tales come true
that a good girl
could be his
even after
especially after
you
take him to dizzying
death defying
rapturous
heights from which
he hurtles
free falling
down, down, down
diving deep
into your
soft
burning heart
then
smack
smitten
splattered
like wily coyote?
pursuing my roadrunner
over a cliff
I leap
with my trusty dusty
rocket pack
does it fire?
--or do I pancake
pick myself up
off the ground
a little damaged
probably
but pretty much
indestructible
I bounce back
into shape
again
and give chase
to a beauty
or maybe
just maybe
"this" ignites
and I
catch you
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