A little ditty for the Screaming

With clipped wings
and tear stained eyes,
thin arms reach to
your prostitute morning.
It stings with
every word you scream
and in every dream
you're falling...

I'm going to teach myself
a lullaby
and perhaps I'll cry
sugar tears - they taste so sweet
when melted on teeth
and snipping at
your heartstrings...

Molting angel, cut too deep -
slip underwater -
your soul I'll keep

Pretty good!

I liked the flow of this para-
"I'm going to teach myself
a lullaby
and perhaps I'll cry
sugar tears - they taste so sweet
when melted on teeth
and snipping at
your heartstrings... "

Oh, that sounded so good!

I liked it very much.

Great job.

I just have only one thing to ask:

your prostitute monring

is "monring" suppose to be "morning" or "mourning" ?

You always have pretty poems xanthan gum. =)

sugar tears - they taste so sweet
when melted on teeth
I'm not completely sure about this part. It sounded really nice and seemed to relate somewhat back to the poem, but I wasn't entirely sure about it. It is really pretty, just seemed a little vague in meaning.

Molting angel, cut too deep -
slip underwater -
I really liked the sound of this. Just had to point it out.

Nice job again, xanthan.