Untitled #50

Constantly

Hanging on

Your every

Word

That shoots

Through me

Like lightening

Enlightening my

Senses

Taking me

To a place

Where I could

Be free…

But the same

Way you give

It

You take it

Away

Like a knave

Stealing

Away in the

Night with

My secrets

Painted on

His

Lips

And

Me

The standing

Fool.

©tam 6/6/18

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