Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Rattle Snakes and Damsels

walk into my personal bubble and take a seat with some tea
allow me to transform your words into falling oak tree leaves
departing from the lips of twigs like damsels in distress
i’ll turn your words to pure gold, you deserve nothing less
the alchemy plays hopscotch while skipping stones make enchanting trails
from the gateways of my mind,
i’ll illuminate one man’s nirvana
and manipulate another man’s hell,
all the while articulating that both sides are fine and well
i’ll turn the page, binding you with a single look
that took the words right out of the air to fashion you
a tiny book, one might call me a crook
for seemingly taking your emotions right from under your nose
you might say my power lies like rattle snakes under shifting sands
and flirty prose

Poem by TinyFawns for #DiscoverWP

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