The NeedleA Poem by icelandicblue
She calls you, a siren of serenity,
her voice filled with the sultry promise of oblivion. You know you can't resist her dirty little secret all bagged up to go. Poppies are so beautiful, don't you think? They have power well beyond your own. Forsake it all and join me in the land of nod where worries go to die. I promise I'll deliver- if angels can dance on the head of a pin you can surely take the plunge with me. There is no escape, I'm simply omnipotent, you crave me beyond all else- even your own little life. No one cries here baby they just forget it all... until you need me again, and I'll always be waiting, even when you neglect me I won't be mad, I'm patience personified- Because eventually you won't even remember your name, but you'll always remember mine . © 2013 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on July 2, 2013Last Updated on July 3, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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