Poems from mrsmocknbyrd

he human mind is quite the composition With boundless seas of thoughts, tamed only by inhibitions--small dams, if you will Laced with never...
An idea Caught in the tangles of whys and what ifs Hidden beneath a blanket of insecurities and doubt Blooming into a possiblity of action...
Speak your words to me once more, my darling So prim, so proper, so rehearsed Appeasing, but unreachable Soothing to the ears, but...
be my Ursula reach down my throat and rip out the folds that bind me to this constant hiding place of insecurity and self-loathing steal...
it's harsh occasionally leaving the fleeting sensation of fire everywhere marks left unnoticed running a trail only you know but sometimes...

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