I forget - I forget it's not your time
I forget - I forget it's not your crime
So please let the girl in daisy chains go
She does not wished to be dressed in satin spreads
Come elope with me instead
Let the head fall and mind rise
Suspended with copper twine
Be the scarecrow picked by the corvine
A gilded love that runs true red
Hand-shaped burns across my thighs
Smile at the freckled whites of my eyes
You have opened this ribbed cage
There's a galaxy within those lips
Dying stars, south, by the zip
I'll remember - Remember it's not my time
I'll remember - Remember what is your crime
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
