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Statuette

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Statuette I came back, to her Agitating, her to melt Though she smiled Through fluffy cheeks And curled hairs I loved her All dainty, all stone She always sees me With that adoration Never rejects When I kiss her She’s there; with me From dawn, to dusk She listens She stays She’s saturated In every fucking way But people never understand They say I’m Psycho, okay I’m Obsessed, okay And they say That she’s no good She never speaks She never smiles She never moves her fucking lips Cause she’s a statuette And she never helps When the blood runs And never moans When my cum runs They say, she’s bad But I love her. 19:26 11 August 2016 Thursday ©SmitFairytale

Intimidation

Thursday 4 August 2016 23: 15 ©SmitFairytale He saw her, as she came Through the door Small, Scared, Saturated She felt Coldness Ejaculating from his skin She gulped those eyes All blue, piercing her soul With sharp edges He smirked His shield worked Intimidation, he adored it You know, his shield He wanted her To shiver, to wail Cry off his pain Tearing her, apart With powers of his Intimidation She was petite But never displayed He saw it With a blink and knew She’ll be there With him Secured, Sacred, Static ‘You know where you belong right?’ He seethed He knew she would agree Even though she wish not But she would agree It affected her You know, Intimidation ‘Yes’ She whispered She submitted ‘And?’ He warned He seethed, again He didn’t like incomplete answers You know And she knew That he didn’t like incomplete answers So again she whispered ‘Forever and Always.’ He smiled At her,

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Untitled She ain’t good at singing Heck, She’s worst at dancing She’s got turtle’s feet, You know Her mascara smears out, Every time. She reads, and writes And she reads, and writes Just like me You know. She smiles, rarely She laughs, Though loudly enough. She ain’t cool Sassy, apparently She speaks, rarely Though she talks A lot. Heck, don’t know What to write ahead She’s dreaming Right now You know She promised To give this poem A title But she’s dreaming So till that It’s called Untitled. 21:05 29 July 2016 Friday ©SmitFairytale