Dying leaves and verdant grass made a comfy bed
Your wilted mushroom standing, proud fungus of regret
No was on my mind, but blank was the slate
I turned my head aside, found a happy place
Dreaming of an eve in garden, with a worm inside my apple
7 minutes in heaven for you, I tried to focus on the beauty of the dew
Tall tales fell short as you chopped down my cherry tree
Spreading virgin olive oil, as you did the undressing
Tossing a salad – Me a cucumber with anxiety, your baby carrot stalking my celery
Our ballad – your tongue shoved down my throat, choking, groping, hoping
My heartthrob useless, as you played love, prey doe, playdough!
Pounded and kneaded, let’s be honest, the end preceded the grand finale
I always wondered why in all my wordy matters
I can hear the birds chatter
As I demand my own head on a platter
Awakened in my garden, I see all this repressing
It’s depressing, I guess, to know, my darkness, my shit,
Is the soil that made your tiny mushroom grow
You are a gifted writer Dana ! The mind that you have is a mind of a genius. This verse is fantastic. I so enjoyed this. 😘
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😊 I’m very glad you enjoyed it!! Thank you for the kind words Yas you’re too kind to me ❤️
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