Collect Them All Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

Twirling the breeze like it's cotton candy,
I'm not the one they marry-
Every thirsty Thursday and drowned Sunday,
collect them all and carry

The gypsy heart is too romanticized;
Whispers that scream down your spine
Never the Hellfire pain that's advertised,
only dancing with the wine

A heart; just another collectible
Sun surrenders to the Moon
Sad songs sync heavy stones into our blood,
and Mr. Midnight to noon