The Prince

August 25, 2010
I dance to the lead
of the harrowing prince
who tickles the mind
with his paltry tricks

Coaxes me on
with never a clue
of all of the things
he's brought me to rue.

Why torture me so?
I'd rather you left
sent back to my God
to live in the cleft.

But how can you leave
what you never have been?
It's all in my mind-
you never could guess.

So notice or drop me
I'll go either way
just kill the suspense
and get on with my day.

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Lilacs_Smell_Wonnerful This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 1, 2012 at 2:40 pm
Hey hot stuff. I like this poem. We should get together sometime and "discuss poetry".... xD Heh heh heh.
QuixoticDreamer replied...
Sept. 1, 2012 at 3:46 pm
I would love to get together with you and discuss poetry. It  is by far my favorite thing to do.
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