your last feeling sweet and sour,
stealing the hour by that sneaky little ******,
safe in a wolves madness,
a clown to the left,
a fast food worker to the right,
an anecdote to laughter,
insane but sand to the happy ever after
and burned by unfaithfulness that portrays an actor,
hi ** to the world that you sometimes lose yourself
and a warm know it all grin, butter, bitter you know so little,
a handshake brittle and damp to the paradox ***** of a beauty
confused and uptight.