In your arms, I come undone.
Unraveling right in front of your eyes.
An ice statue melting to the ground -
A puddle spreading to your feet.
The steadying sound of whispered resolve
And never mind the might-have-beens.
You're a last chance taken, just in time.
I'm all hope in unrepeating.
My jaded eyes
Have sulked over the likes of you.
Still, I took the chance - again.
I leaped (albeit wearily).
Only time will tell, as the adage goes.
Yet, in times like these
Only prescient aptitude can pacify.
Read: Ill be a nervous wreck indefinitely.















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xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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xo!
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I am a poetry admin for *DailyLitDeviations.
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
A romantic dream!
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"The question isn't who is going to let me; it's who is going to stop me."- Howard Roark
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