With glossed tips doubled together
Like a coil relapsed
Expedited with fastening fashion
Fuelled from the caroused mindset of poor decision
Incongruous thoughts mirror my uprising
Fraught with irrevocable fear
Repentance screams loudly from the decline
Footed before myself I plummet
Through actions my mind left unthought out
Destined to forever be the impulsive
With logic laced in silver -
And feet wrapped in gold. Mrs. B