Petite figure so non threatening
Hard to picture full of rage
Keep it caught inside your heart
That's why it's called a "rib cage"
Don't spill your blood onto people
Who didn't hurt or make you sink,
Save it for your revenge pages
Write them out in crimson ink
Let them value your sweet smile
But be afraid to do you wrong
Lest the beast escape its bars
And they too late hear it's cruel song
Imposing presence is enviable
But many bark and have no bite
Be the sleeping dragon keeping
Her talons well out of sight
Let those who you trust be trusting
Against each other you won't turn
But let those predators who lurk
Feel your angers heat, and burn.
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painted poet
PoetryWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
