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Harlot
I found a job
Just so I could
Pay you for an hour
Or two
So I could ask you
If theres any way
I could make you happy
Or smile
Or anything inbetween
I know you'll ask me
If I'm crazy,
And then you'll spread your legs
To convince me
To trick me
But I know you're more than that
So I'll pet your hand
And tuck you to bed
And if the opportunity comes
I'll kiss you
On the cheek
And leave
As you speak
I'm indiffrent
To all of those who eagerly pay you
Foolishly believing
Trusting
That in the end
You'll see me
Like I'm hoping to see myself
But for now
I'll tuck you to bed
And if the opportunity comes
Kiss your head
This is terribly sad and very
This is terribly sad and very sweet at the same time. I like it.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
While I try not to comment on
While I try not to comment on my own poems, I nontheless think I need to thank you for taking your time to read it, and for sharing your opinion. As always, you've my endless gratitude for looking at my poems and taking your time to comment about them.
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