NikMorgan ... Poems

Beauty is dangerous
A rose of plenty thorns
Many are the fallen
Where her sullen frown adorns
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I’ve a macabre curiosity
I’m the ghoul at the scene of the crime
I stand and stare
Spellbound for a time
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I’m sitting here with nothing to say
To flatter my ego I write anyway
There is no subject I’m chomping to touch
I obviously like the sound of my thoughts to much
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She’s a Brittany wantabe
A perverts princess
Catching the eye
By wearing less
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She always dreamt of white dresses
Horse drawn carriages and happy ever afters
An ordinary princess wanting a fantasy life
She wanted to live the fairy story
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Seven ships
Wait in line
Statues in situ
Prisoners of the tides decline
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Welcome to our masquerade
Choose carefully your mask
Most are just hiding here
From questions they can’t ask
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Late one drunken evening
My neighbours were at war
Banging crashing screaming
Noises coming from next door
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There is no beauty here
Only birds and flowers
Heartache and pain
Dark clouds always near
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We are brittle
Delicate inside
Never truly honest
Behind brave faced masks we hide
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