A look for a long trance
A smirk of pure shade
A pair of eyes which'll faze
A brow fluttered with craze.
If it all seeps through
Then I wouldn't much feel
Its vibrant venom
Surely I'll seal.
Keeping its fluid
And so I'll emanate the dangerous of all
Like carbon dioxide
Although it'll make them flawed.
Call me a bug; or even an intoxicating flower
For I excrete something that you delivered
From your own source— puny yet stable
You can always befoul me... if you're able.
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoésieBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
