Poetry, Quill

Rolling Ricks

Never believe a dragonfly,
Gonna take your eyes away,
Give you but a wicked smile,
You wish to find another way,
Up, now, it’s time to go.

Never follow, never be led astray,
Gonna leave you all alone,
Let me guide you through the streets,
You know you want to go home,
Down, it’s alright, go to bed.

Never be heard, nor seen,
Gonna hurt you, let it be,
Run away, I’ll follow you,
Around the eagle’s creek,
And when you least expect it,
Desert your soul, chances bleak,
You know it’s time to go.

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