She yearned to become a spy yet she failed so miserably She walked the long walk and dressed in hued tones She hushed the sharp tongues and asked for bad karma For those that would play her— the good ones obeyed her Lila yearned to become a spy yet she failed so miserably She wore her dark shades, unravelled dark plots / with feline intention and birdlike precision / Yet her wings she did not want to get w e t So she’d run under cover on rainy days It was always warmer by that fireplace She yearned to become a spy— Yet she failed so miserably
Tag: rhyme
dry rhyme
i see myself poetry bare naked just reflected in your half broken m i r r o r while taking a sip out of your nearly empty bottle of dry w i t can you see us— or at least can you remember what we used to look l i k e in that, our world of alternate rhymes and fancy w o r d p l a y s worlds now dissolved into thin air, for readers to imagine— But never r e a d i see us poetry bare naked just reflected into that half-broken mirror a sip out of our nearly empty rhyming bottle of dry g i n
quill dream
been feeling dry for days, a verse-provoking senseless fear permeates my dreams my quill, a half-gnawed bone with one last ink droplet staining my b l a n k surface
cruel intentions
slapping your face i take this sweet wine u n w i l l i n g l y i have a bitter tooth ever since i b e c a m e aware of your cruel intentions