it's hard not to have bad thoughts when you're being good a little devilment most surely would improve my mood and I'd do it if I only could I'd play with fire then knock on burning wood I'd say something rude if I thought you'd slap my face then kiss it better I'd write you pretty pornographic letters with you as the star I dream you in a sleazy late night bar or the back of my car I turn a corner in my mind and there you are running away Hey! would you come out to play with the rough kid down the street? he knows you ain't so sweet. and he thinks that's neat |
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Thats a fine figure of a man right there,whoever he is...
i`m not sure if you had rhyme in mind when you started this poem,it could lead anywhere after the first three lines,they dont have the usual rhyming feel about them, so i was surprised how it turned out after that,but i like it a lot,it has a playful feel about it,like you wrote this because you felt like "a little devilment".
i love its structure too.
nice work.
bye.
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Not guilty, but not innocent.
Hey R. This one 'came' as a sort of a rhyming slam and I just rolled with it. The photo is just a google image, I picked it to suggest the sort of innocence/edginess I wanted for the poem. And yes, there is some 'divilment' in it too. Thanks for the comment. >W<
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