In My Garden
I thought about you today
when the ground was cold
and the snow kept falling.
I remember kissing you
and thinking how could lips
that feel so good, tell lies so well?
I thought of you in my garden –
deep in the hole I buried you.
I donβt think your lips feel so good anymore.
Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). β€
If you are trying to be chilling…it worked!
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Haha! Just having some funπ
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Ha ha ha! I love that!
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Thanks! I had a great time writing this — glad you enjoyed reading itππΈ
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A garden of poisoned flowers… Thank you, Rose ^_^
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Watch out for those flowers, Francis π Thank you, my Peruvian friend!
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I will be careful π
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Brilliant! THAT’S vengeance!
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Thanks B! π· πΌ πΈ
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Moving poem , with a startling ending, suitably enhanced by sad sunflower by Mr Trap. One man’s poisoned flower is another’s dream.
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Thank you Paula! Yes, Fly’s flower was quite the inspiration π
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This is beautiful, Rose. Just like you. β€οΈ
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And creepy; don’t forget creepy!π So happy to see you back on the saddle again. Missed you so!! Thank you, Sakshi. β€οΈπ
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I missed you Rose. I’m happy to be back again! π
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Love the imagery
Great piece
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Thanks Sheldon. π·
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You don’t take kindly to lies, then?
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Can you tell? Haha!π
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Let’s just say I’ve begun screening all my comments for accidental fibs that might have slipped through.
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LOL!! Don’t bother! — you’d look so good in my garden. πΎ πΊ π»πΎ πΊ
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(Gulp)
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Just desserts as they say. Beautifully written and perfectly ended piece Rose β€ x
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I do love my desserts! Thank you Joshua. π©π‘π₯π§ππ
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Ooh, spooky and cool! Thanks T. π
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Dark and delicious Rose.
Great twist.
Always bury ’em deep. π
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Lol. The deeper the better! Thanks Alan. π»β€οΈπΌ
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Awesome. You make my day :))
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Oh, thank you, Monica. πΌ πΈ ππΌ πΈ
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Are you the same person I read a second ago in the other poem…..
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Yes, Charly. What are you drinking π
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Just some rum, itΒ΄s laready 10 a.m! Give me a brake…..
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I hope youβre having some bacon and eggs with that rum β that would make it a breakfast of champions!
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ItΒ΄s all included, no worries IΒ΄m always prepared.
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so impish
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Don’t be hating on the dead guy’s lips π
Also I thought this was posted on January 2016 but I thought this was 2016………
Err.. basically.. I got confused and thought this was a vision of the future.
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That’s funny! I’m actually nervous about 2017, so I don’t blame you wanting it to still be 2016.
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Haha I was just confused, probably sleepy. Hmmm… bring on 2017 I say. Why are you nervous?
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Sigh. The orange troll for our president is not a thought that is calming, my love.
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Ehh good luck π … Seriously though worrying is not going to help ^_^
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