I’m a cute little box of mind fucks.
Wrapped in a shiny red bow.
“I wonder what she’ll do next?”
Hmm.. I guess you’ll never know.
I think myself a mystery,
perhaps it’s my scorpio nature.
I can knock you down to the deepest pits of hell,
or I can elevate ya.
To answer your question;
No I’m not bipolar..
No I don’t know voodoo,
I am not some cajoler.
I just have a wicked tongue
that I put to good use.
In more ways than one. 😉
It all depends solely on you,
if you get the moon,
or the sun.
All of this to say,
and to make you none the wiser.
Much like Da Vinci;
I am the hardest code, you’ll ever try to decipher.
– Poetic Gawdess
I’m the Enigma machine….I can decipher anything.
Proof is in the pudding, sugar. Hit me with your best shot. xx
~P.G💋
She sings of love, of pain, of flame,
But none may ever know her name.
A thousand masks, a thousand years
Poetic Gawdess hides her tears.
So praise her songs, admire her grace,
But know: you’ve never seen her face.
She is the myth the ink reveres—
Poetic Gawdess, not what she appears.
Pretty clever you are,
I’ll have to give you that.
But you’ve only merely scratched the surface..
Unlike the Mad Hatter, I wear many hats.
Come with me if you dare to;
Tread deeper into the uncharted waters that churn angrily like a beast,
and then we shall see..
You’ve only begun to see the storm coming…that is me. xx
~P.G💋
Cleverly penned, P.G. Another great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
You are always appreciated my friend, most thanks. xx
~P.G💋
Yes!
Adira, I am honored. xx
~P.G💋
That last line solidifies this poem and brings it home. Marvelous!!! PG you rule! xo
Vision, again, you know all the right things to say! I am honored ☺️ xx
~P.G💋