Think it under the table
Pass it hand to fist
Lust turned villain
Silence is golden
I’m the awkward feeling
After we meet
I’m not what I once was
In a boundless sea
A gift looked too long in the mouth
I don’t want to settle
But I’ve become one
It’s like a 9 to 5
A fall from grace
I’m better through words
I’m just trying to help
Pull up your bootstraps
It’s going to get bumpy
Delicate Dealbreaker
Barbed wire made of string
Take my armor off
Give you something to squeeze
Leap in hands first
And wishing you were home
As I reminisce
Trying to forget
As my heart rate quickens
And I fall too fast
For truths and lies
About the Creator
Soft Duckie
Poet and artist living with my two dogs in Arizona. You can find my work on https://www.redbubble.com/people/fisheisley?asc=u.
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You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga4 days ago in Fiction
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