Open arms to the arrows whom gravitate,
Whisper of caution inspires me to wait.
Put a noose on words and acts I desired,
Leaves me craving, empty, famished and tired.
Routinely ignore these feelings of doubt,
Trust those to foster the passions drift out.
Exposed, left wondering the series to come,
Dammed and orphaned again, should've known.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
Open arms to the arrows whom gravitate,
Whisper of caution inspires me to wait.
Put a noose on words and acts I desired,
Leaves me craving, empty, famished and tired.
Routinely ignore these feelings of doubt,
Trust those to foster the passions drift out.
Exposed, left wondering the series to come,
Dammed and orphaned again, should've known.
April 29th, 2019
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