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I lost myself in your garden of eden I found myself Sitting on a throne, beaten, Down a path of greed and desperation
By Chrissy Barnhill3 years ago in Poets
Across the plains The stars Are rewriting A timeless classic Born of a masterpiece rewritten. Lands burning The sands of time yearning
Although I may not be gay In the sense that I am not straight And my name may be that of the traditional boys name I am still prideful
Being one with nature Requires a sort of stature; A pink moons bliss, Star lit sky; Hasten to claim her kiss. Meditation
I cant express the amount of love I feel Because you might feel like my love, Is still not real It's been hidden deep and buried steep for so long
Jack o lantern told; Filling up the road; Twirling up a storm; Whirling up a form; Twisting and tumbling; Forthcoming from within;
there's an old tale of a demon that comes only at night to feed off of fright. it sleeps its soul by dawn awakes at dusk, watches the children yawn.
There's a storm coming It's a freezing sort of wind But ice isn't what attracts this cold Fangs and heat and rows of teeth
You say I'm a wild card; Wild at heart; A jokester of some sort Right from the start; But what you don't know Is that you were just not in it
They want a cashless society but my cash isn't high enough to flow through computer screens and buy any bitcoins or stocks.
History made me; History made you; Now watch as history Makes a new wave Of being brand new. Women, men, children, and foes;
All I wanted was some peace; Or at least a piece Of the dream of becoming a star At her very own feast; Not to bleed these words