The Poet:Fear
They say once beaten twice shy
An intoxication with sweetness that makes high
It seem all like smiles
Until she let me live on lies
I called her my snow
Till she gave this heart a hole
You left and i prefer never to thine or wine
I chose solitary and never to cross my line
Now in a dilemma I wonder
Am I not but a fool under?
This dew wiggles at me
And I find myself tempted to surf the sea
Memory warns of pain inevitable
But heart yearns and says it is possible
I hope my decision will be fair?
I pray immortality against this FEAR.
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