She had them all on a rope
Their chains were made from a pretty face
Their shackles were built on a flirty laugh
And they just kept following her
Oblivious of their metal handcuffs
Unknowing of their fellow prisoners
She just kept flirting and giggling and winking
And she led them on with her rope
Until she led them all off a cliff
Only, she had wings
She could fly
But they couldn't
And so they plummeted.
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
