Daddy, I’m running on empty…

Is that you, daddy? Is that you haunting me? It’s time to say goodbye, So take your noose and fly.   I’ll blow you a kiss, But just remember this, Don’t take it the wrong way, Don’t make me regret, Having my say.   Because little girls don’t know, They just don’t know, daddy, And more

Don’t Fence Me In:

She couldn’t be owned,

Freedom was her only desire,

The men came and offered,

Themselves to her,

She dips her toe into the moon,

And then dives in;

The lunacy of her cycle is upon her,

She may want him now,

But she won’t in two weeks.

The roller coaster begins its ascent.

girl and cat

 

 

She keeps her heart alight…

… (again and again) in the hope she will draw him to her,

Children take flight,

The mirror doesn’t lie,

Even if he was here,

She knows he would always want to be right,

Until she gradually let’s go, she loses the fight.

girl redhead

 

 

 

 

A quandary, a quandary:

Hermits would rather write, Far into the night, And watch their words take flight. And pickled men will lose the fight, When they see that she won’t bite, She wants their sex, But that’s not right! Unless she slaves for them in the daylight, Dragging up their brats, With all of her might, So stick more

Did you ever really love me?

What chance did I have? . . . and there they go, There goes all of the people, Like soldiers in the snow.   Down they go, Straight into hell, Gone forever from me, (And yet still within), Stinking up the place with their smell.   Little scars inside of me, That probably won’t ever more

The Gelatinous Toad:

Watch out for Mr Stingy,

You’ll not notice it at first,

But watch the smirk spread,

Across his face when,

You’re always going for your purse.

 

He always has excuses,

To not be able to pay,

No gifts, no flowers,

No words of love,

Ha, that means he won’t get laid!! 🙂

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Queen Anne & D’Artagnan

  What is this thing that threatens ownership of my entire heart – a heart which I have guarded successfully for aeons, or so it seems.  It defies all description and detail and will not be labelled or named. The writer is its slave; without it would she wish to write another line.   It more