No Good
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1 min readSep 17, 2017
I am the night
She is the fox that steals the eggs from under the hens in their shed, I
am no good for her
There is a cage around me made of braided hair,
when I am too close to her face
Fine then.
When our lips dance, I forget
She has me caged from afar anyway
A fox has never been lovelier.
She is the night
And I am the villain who steals the babies from their cribs
Maybe she’s no good for me, too.
Fine, then.
That must be why I like her so much