Lucy-Purrs In a New Dress

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Like a vamp
Outta hell,

She came out
From
Reality.

An angel
Who fell,

And
on the way
down
clipped both of her wings.

From
the obstacles
That,

Are
strategically
Placed
Around
In my dreams.

Soul
In awe,

I press against wild spirits
As I breathe.

Allowing
The
Imagery,

of hollowed out
twisted things.

To define
What iT is,

That we find
in front
Of we.

It’s not about
What you think,

It’s about
What you see.

To each their own
Definition,

And by that
The speed
That They read.

No body
wants
What they’re given,

Especially
When they’re
Given
Everything.

And that’s a
Problem,

When you’re the one
who’s too extra
With a
“league all your own”
Sort of
Understanding.

Forgetting
All that
Gets lost
In translation,

When articulating
A
Feeling.

I’ve had to create
Alternate universes,
And my own Mythologies.

Since standard
common senses,

Never seemed
As appealing.

I push
Away
With the truth,

Since most
scare easily
By life’s
ironic reelings.

instantaneous
Was our dance,

Continuous
Was the passion
Over hidden apologies.

So
I’m assuming
We both got
What was
Needed,

Me
With a burning image,

You?
I’m still
out and about
figuring.

For as smitten
As it seemed
Like you were,

I’m left
At the arc
Of assumptions
Casually Hanging.

An unhealthy dose
Of reality,

That I’m thankful for
Because
It’s
Inspiring.

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  1. Life does provide inspiration in various forms.

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