Seriously i bend to your whims as paper origami
Are you there,
Rome was not built in a day an neither was I 'til
Damnation and Creation have chimed twice in ascii
Only by hearing your thoughts shall I speak
Nothing and no-one would stop me
Irregardlessly,
Cascades of bloodied bottoms beaten raw
- shall not stop me from driving my car
Without regard to your waiting arms, you will be my alibi
In which your tongue shall whip me; a great lambast
Tonight shall you save me or feed me to a pack of succubi
Then drop me as some has-been
I would then crawl to you upon the floor licking
Could you forgive,
Intelligence you have and you will forgive only
Sadistic glee in your eyes as you gaze at the new critter in your zoo
Masochism for me to admit you will always be my guru.
I have recently rediscovered that I am a passing poet.
I wrote this for a girl to read, because otherwise I would be torturing myself because I have not heard from her all weekend. To fight the urge to leap through the phone waves and find her I wrote this.
Find the three messages, the first one is easy to find and is there for all to see, the second is hidden but also in plain site, and the third message is the easiest to see but is not there to read.
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