Wanna Play
wanna play
let me
sharpen
my blade
no more love
shall we slave
slices
of
my
skin
have
withered again
your lamp shade life
three dots off
perfected
mice
feeble are the minds
read me once
write me twice
terrible advice
word hunters
bullet hole for your head
smoking the shell of buried led
dust from which we came blowing
icebergs melting heat will glowing
riddle me riddle me tie my boots
fists
of
fury
in cahoots
letter to word
syllables down
poetical teaching
lessons from clowns
take some words
turn
them
around
look mother
what we have
found
loose lip poetry
the likes of which
mean nothing to me
i have escaped the time castle
tassels could never guide me
sea oh sea salt from me
this reasoning
my love will sail
my love will sail
my love will sail last galaxies end
pretenders with else pretended shall be captured
a wordly yellow awaits them in my dreams
never to escape from me
time feels my whispers
time feels my whispers
time feels
my
whispers as it whispers
my feeling are betrayed
all those wasted thoughts
just
wanna play
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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