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My Beautiful Despot
Hot like a teapot
laden
with lead
She led me
down
the road of sin
And where do
I begin
to tell the tale
Of how she
led me
off the rail
~/~
Hot like a teapot
laden
with lead
She led me
down
the road of sin
And where do
I begin
to tell the tale
Of how she
led me
off the rail
~/~
8ts just that easy to sink
8ts just that easy to sink with that heavy metal vibe you are what you attract as they say. Well verbalised here. Nice one
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I imagine there's quite a
I imagine there's quite a story behind this explosive, miniature portrait of a dangerous enchantress. Your layered metaphor of a teapot that produces heat and yet is "laden/ with lead" vividly illustrates two divergent experiences along the path.
A timeless pitfall presented in a flash of skill and casual grace.
I apologize for falling
I apologize for falling behind in my reading. I like this poem very much, and its brevity conceals some very deep meaning, and also echoes, in a ripple effect, of pain.
Starward