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The Bike!!!🚲

The bike sleeps against the wall.

Its frame is covered in spine chilling cobwebs.

Its breaks create obscure screams that echo tremendously.

Dust engulfs the seat beckoning you to sit on its unforgiving leather.

It’s wheels creak in agony like a groaning cut.

The spokes only companion is eerie moss.

The constricting strap strangles the bike.

The handle bars were controlled by the cherub.

Its headlights used to shine like the sun now their dim from age.

Where there was once a behemoth of a bike it’s now a puny vehicle accompanied with pedals.

 

 

What Are You ?

You are the sound of the birds cheeping and singing their beautiful song.

You are the taste of creamy, scrumptious cupcakes being devoured by a hungry teacher.

You are a slow sloth climbing the beautiful , autumn trees.

You are the danger of an angry , horrible lion prancing around like a crazy person.

You are the impossibility of a hard rock  being squished and hurting peoples hands.

what am I .

You are a humid heater as hot as the arid sun itself,                                      You are a spine -chilling spider crawling faster than sound,                          You are an ominous octopus eating obscure oranges,                                You are a content cat prowling patiently to catch its petite prey,               You are an eerie eel ready to electrify creatures who dare to wake it,   You are a petrified priest wondering if people are pleased,                       You are a yellow cup ,an attraction for beautiful bees,                           You are the lie of a bruised heart,                                                                 You are a destroyed building freeing its last goodbyes,                       You are the inspiration of a breathtaking book,                                           You are a majestic moose strutting around,

What are you?

You are a meaningful rescue dog

that brought me a lifetime of happiness.

 

You are the sun, shining on Emma’s spanner

like a holographic pencil case.

 

You are the rainbow end

waiting for someone to dig up its gold.

 

You are the smell of a Kiwi

hidden in a teacher’s pocket.

 

You are the Bengal cat

that owns the sofa

whether you like it or not.

 

You are the forgotten wish

that didn’t come on my birthday.

 

You are the forgotten wish

that didn’t come on my birthday.

 

You are the memory

of my childhood,

that haunts me most.

 

You are the beginning, middle and end.