Lost in riddles and smooth lies,
that rhyme
and quick smiles, bright teeth, and eyes,
that hypnotize
Truth set out for me,
I hung high instead.
Tiptoed across hot coals holding my breath-
imagining a love of ours
on chorus
song by many
felt by plenty.
I sing for you.
Hoping you'd see me-
And we could sink, feel cool
honing our togetherness
and creating it as beauty.
Sweet lies read like sweet smiles
on broken canvases and keyboards askin' for play-
trust became a rhythm of
lies, apologies: repeat.
My heart could never sway.
I stay parched like the longing do.
fool-I see sweet nectar in you,
A Queen.
I curtsey at your feet
timidly, waiting to be tapped
sweetly, on each shoulder.
Sweet, won't you keep me?
I've been stung,
now I'm dying from your bite.
My one desire?
Your honey-
You saw past me
I couldn't be your flower.
I'd bloom for you-though
be true
wholesome too.
Them eyes spin a haunting image
read by you lips-
they show a scene lost in it's own film
strip, soundtrack of the blues
with a sequel intended
to break
me
too.
Like you, sweet?
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