I am a bard woman and I feel hurt about it.
No! It’s all my forte, for I was cot in the woods,
With fete so high, neck deep into the knight.
I was lust, in my panes. I could feel it sew hard on my skin.
I struggled, I fought and I moaned like
The giant psalmson, for my walls were
crumbling with so much pleasure
As tears of plea pores out from my skin.
Oh teary eyes! Why Did dew drop on this hardcore earth?
Don’t you know making her whet for you will be sceneful?
Deer Boo Harry
Though your promises sparkled like the elegant tiara on Megan Markle’s hair,
yet you ripped our pride like a gland and left us with endless tears
You spiked a scarcity that dollars Couldn’t find in no cent, and with your mini stars you lit your paths and deepened our darkness,
Our lives trodden each day by musky toes
Still you pose as a prince in shining armor
A lie that made the wind whistle a sore
Yours fate’s folly
Life changes in a heart beat
Each pounds could turn a sinner to a cent,
Give the dead, arisen to live. Yet it could
Drag an unbeatable warrior to the feet
That even the strongest man would be unsure of what he sicks….
But in this same hat beat, a bald man
Could be made the hairs of salvation.
You’ll Knead A Rub Her
I am this mail child,seen as a junk or spam, for I suck at writhing when I’m wheat a femailI do not have the balls to the liver a message.All my hole life I have wandered if it was the way my pen is, but Luke feels smart where his pen is, so I asked what gives him such gutsHe smiled and slide a rub her in my bag.
Quotes of Harm (Her praiser)
I am Jane Is-a-bell, but they say l don’t ring
So I starve my leisure thyme so my success won’t die yet
Like a bad news, I spread, like Eye Can-Sir!
For graced wit brains, perfumed wit wisdom,
I dog headly rice to the top to meat my shine
For this race came phoney, so I gave it a call.