Flawed Pattern
I rather mystic
to stray from the heap
but my flaws,
should always take the lead
or why would you listen to me.
From pains I lay,
for you to take heed
before knots mole your steel
noggin for hills.
So I write
with the versatility
in deal that's immersed
in me till emergency
and my rear...rear
has to help to breathe
life into the catatonic
with senses frayed in sense.
Even remote from
click, right or wrong,
black and white
is bred and or personal.
I want a sense of you
if you would like to let me know.
So grab my hand,
look in my eyes
and show me your rightful color.
If you're drawn back because of me...
well I know I'm obnoxious
a lot of the time, I'm sorry.
Shine.
Copyright © Normie Payton | Year Posted 2018
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