Engraved on the verses of a stolen heart
each beat is as musical of an embezzled part.
Every lyric that was sung upon every verse
was a moment that seemed singularly a reverse.

Did you realize the hail that you versed upon me
was a diluted conclusion of a secluded phenomenon
you rained on a parade of truth, but lies washed
that drowned out were visualized as whitewashed.

No more drama as words are stinging like bees
that eject there venom on the minds of those who appease.
But I'm not one to select the motions of diluted verse,
let us be versed, concluding in a full motion of a circle.