
flew straight in on
as it stood suspended
nailed to a wall
like a hippy
stresstrapline
oh idolise; refine
embellish the pure beauty
dangling
waiting for the fall
waiting for it all
stresstrapline
test the bait
better
never than late
never
define love and hate
and the line in-between
razor keen purity
and delicate balance
on sale to enhance
and perhaps perchance
stresstrapline
mutually blind
can't read your mind (not all the time)
so tell me
of the voices in your head
what and why was said
all about your paranoid dread
what you think when you lay in your bed
sometimes you wish you was dead
but i feel to much
stresstrapline
yours becomes mine
and it ends
About the Creator
Brenton F
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts and the thought has found words - Robert Frost
A. Old enough to know better and young enough to do it again
S. M
L. Eastern Melbourne, Australia
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