she set me down
gently swaddled
in false adoration
on the shredded newspaper
littered floor
in a glinting cage
of golden words
spun
from the dying heart
of hope.
if she cast a nickel
to my feet
for every sovereign
lie bespoke
in earnest tones
the avalanche of silver coins
would be enough
to bury
the blustering disbelief
her icy tone induced.
she wanted
a songbird
but instead found herself
owner of a petulant lovebird
disavowed
from the softer emotions
as each feather plucked
was a lover left
to the dark side
of passion extinguished.
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Gorgeous. Your way with words has my heart young man
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Making me blush there EC.
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“she wanted a songbird and instead found herself owner of a petulant lovebird” in a glinting cage of golden words. You do know how to put those words together petulant
as you are:)
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Petulant indeed. Thanks for the smile.
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Wow. Stunning writing!
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thank you. kindness is always appreciated in the manic word depot.
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