Furnace, and inferno
Melting down your colour scheme
Take apart what you thought was
Your per-son-a-lit-y
You'll never bring them here
You'll never get them too
The desert moon's nomenclature
Of bloodlust will appease you
She was a lady of good taste
She knew just what she'd be doin'
For the rest of her wild life
In a whorehouse, she sang
Hurricane, your exorcism
Frightens life from all the trees
They cut them down and bleed them
Into papier mache silhouettes
Oh she was a lady of bad taste
Knew just what she wanted
Couldn't get it in the wild when she sang
Her wings tore and she kept on singin'
You'll never bring them here - she said!
You'll never get them too - oh no!
The desert moon's nomenclature, oh
Does bloodlust never stay?
She sang 'til her wings tore
'Til the inferno flared down
And furnaced her scheme
Right outta town
Powerful words! I can
Thankyou! 'Powerful' - that's
Couldn't get it in the wild
Her wings tore and she kept on singin'
I love that line, so much.
♥
You are one of the few poetry
You have real potential, Dannii, and don't let "the number of comments" distract you from that.
I love this one so much.
adorable art by Tuoho! ♥
Serendipity;
Misako; You make me smile. I've been told time and time again that the number of comments doesn't matter - and oh, it really doesn't! But it's when I feel as if my things go completely overlooked that I start to feel...as someone whose username I can't remember said, 'lonely, terribly lonely'...or something to that effect. Thankyou, Mis ♥
Sleepything; ♥