Stollen Venom!


Carry not venom in sharpened fangs;
Which pierce peace.
Bring not scorpions madness unto the kicking tail of abnormality.
Nausea sickens impolitely,
While walking through a softened heart.

Be not bitter as I am not.
Tells me that I am not forgot.
Each time with words you crucify.
A public notice not denied.
Cannot deny in whinging and whining.
Powerful hearts are both entwining.
Smash and grab,

A stollen heart.
That was Stollen, 
Well bread.
Not stolen, 
Straight rye bread,
Stolen from a German fantasy.
Fruity, spicy full of fun.

By ladylivvi1


© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)


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