I'm good at evading.
Oh yes I'm good at persuading too.
I'm good at forgetting.
I'm good at faking too.
But he's better.
For I know what he does.
He influences and is persistent.
Oh yes I see what he does.
His words are like magic.
Quick to influence quicker to forsee.
I am known for my evasion.
While he is known for his words.
I run. He faces head on.
I lie in the shadows affecting your thoughts.
He's out in the sun playing with your conscience.
It's a game to us.
To see who can win.
Each has their own method.
But only one has the power.
He speaks. I twirl.
His words create waves of wonders.
My twirls create quakes of chaos.
One wins in the end.
His words influence.
My twirls evade.
He radiates sunshine.
I create storms.
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Of poems and thoughts
Poetry"My nana always told me. Lock your heart away before the big bad wolf comes to play. But what happens dear nan when I seem to have lost the key?" "Of bullets and shards. Of rubbers and ice. Of places and homes. Of broken ties that I cant seem to fi...
