Your graze is tough, your heart a lock,
a foul                play
too ghoulish
fear
                           frontal and bare,
created with lust and solace.
Baritone and               careless.
your grandness,
          and best       look,
Your dream a call,
too long, too felt,
emotion lost and calling.
you fear
it sir,          you fear my existence
You’re a
fool, a fool.
You’re a fool with a questioned heart.