Petty Prince

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Where are you?
Petty Prince
I've been growing
my hair for you
to graze the bottom
with your lustful touch
that I miss ever so much
and that I fear now

There you are
fine breeze from
the airy East
Have you seen my
Petty Prince?
And the wind blew
into the creek
So I jumped in
tossing and turning
until I could catch
the faintest breath
But the creek grew angry
It shook and thundered
and waved and hungered
Hungered for its
sweet sun to pay
a visit
And it took me there

Oh sweet sun
Have youe seen my
Petty Prince?
And the sun hid from me
With the sky growing dark
and chilling
And I felt it there
Tiny droplets of
silver
passing the grace
of my face
with tales of mistakes
And it told the rain to cry
with all its might
So I just sat there
in the razors rage
cursing my skin
So I hold my hands out
While the razors clink
in my hand
Oh raging razors
Have you seen my
Petty Prince?
And the razors did nothing

Reviews

[robin]

Indeed Broken, for playing so lustfully in the dark Mother Nature might teach you a lesson. The razors are strangely horrific here but also odd lovers and erotic in a very twisted way...hmmm makes me question my sanity. :-)) Fascinating...