By Victory Guys…I appreciate the attention But I am A raging lesbian

My heart has a funny shaped space That is the exact shape of your hand Cradling it softly and you have taken it Away from me and you are holding me Captive to the safety of a grand castle In the hills of a cold moorland holding Take me away with you

Glass blowing is an ancient art and there are times when I wish I hadn’t seen that you had mastered that long before I knew that your shape was one crafted to perfectly match mine And that you were warm and malleable and that Your heart did not deform but only perform the beats that…

My face is weeping with long streams of tears stringing down In a rainbow of colours I am crying for my lover I cry orange for his love of life and I cry pink for his sweet smell like peonies and I cry green for the new sprouting plants I watered and I cry a…

When I want to spend my daydream allowance I take a quarter to the corner gripping it all the way And my pocket has a hole in it so I don’t take the chance And I carry the mix home imagining you’re at play Rosy cheeks bursting with soft sweet marshmallow plans Snowfall on thick…

Where the trees are high and the sky is clear Over the seas are mysteries rich with deer Against the silence a troll much afeared Is unmatched by a warriors year-long beard And wherever we roam he’ll always come home To a fortress and the girl who writes this poem