She'll swoon if touch be true.
Her intuition - radar.
Present false by split sense is the self-conscious state
Dividing the kingdom leaving many a bitter man.
Then forts built to block pain
Exclude equally joy
The face turns barren landscape
Natures' been deployed.
She tiptoes around her throbbing heart
skeptical - apprehensive -
like actors green reciting first part.
Silent - her eyes scan
Quick! Her wit can finish before one starts.
Self-deprecation is the whisper for help
when exceeded. Unheeded the heart screams -
"I'll beat until broken and bashed though quicker die I
who deems me unworthy to gush!"
We all receive what we hiddenly expect
We, at times, deaf to direct.
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John Anthony
Began writing out of a strange impulse while working as a cashier. Inspired at first by lyrics then spread my spotlight to include anything profound and human.
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