“Sitting On The Floor”
Suicide Girl, @luxes
Twist me up with icy hands,
chill my bone’s risky desire.
I felt that she was dangerous,
want of heart for dashing fire.
No fairy tale to please you,
my soul still is learning how.
Most kind to me in winter,
she is the sun, it’s summer now.
I looked... your teal green eyes
have such a whimsy like it’s cool.
In my search to see your soul,
those eyes a hot tub, not a pool.
No swimming like there’s games to play:
No dancing ‘round, ...Godly love for you!
In your profile I found the gems and say,
Pretty girl, I’d have to figure what to do...
...bless me, I’m just a misfit boy
presents a poem at dashing feet.
...he’s affectionate and coy;
Exalting dashing girls so sweet.