Friday, February 5, 2016

The Right Angle

Hard cut quick.
Spare the heart-sick.
Turn sharp fast.
Before I'm "past."

Does he know,
Love, I don't show?
Bleed love out,
And my truth, shout?

Love so slick.
Pause "in the nick."
Not so fast.
Passion may last.

Let him know,
How we work so?
Come about,
Or exit out?

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