The Things I Do
The things I do for what I love;
Passion has left its residue,
a shine I cannot get rid of;
The things I do;
Staring wide eyed at the preview
fiction could never script this stuff;
Believe me, the stories are true;
Hit my limit then I call it’s bluff
‘Do not enter’ I walk right through
Fine line is just not bent enough
The things I do.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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