In My Doll House

It's not about me,i know
You're just being polite.
It's not about you,
As i've been told,
You've never been right
In my doll house.

It's not about myself
My superior intelligence
Not your articulate speech
Nor your erect carriage
It's about our distinct sort of kind
We are both human beings.

Composed in related times
We may resemble each other
If not for ourselves
And each other's appearance
Committing crimes
In my doll house

It's about timing
Indefinite and continuous
I reckon the passage of it
Waiting for the right occasion
That hairbreadth's escape,
Your welcoming provocations.

Mine's an uncommon
Now and again
To brake is to slow
Past my homey little inn
Not to go door to door
Past my doll house.

It`s a pleasant feeling
Lying opposite to your view
Unblocked and honed in
In a house of our own
An asylum for offenders
With human frailties. 

It's not about you i know
I'm just being polite
It's not about me
As i've been told
I've never been right
In my doll house.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/19/2017 5:29:00 AM
This work takes me in and out of a small world into a big world,then back again.It defines the opposites.Very readable,indeed!!
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