In the middle of the night,
my dancing eyes in the dark.
No lingering thoughts of you,
I guess it lost that spark.It took a little bit for me to pay attention,
to notice it wasn't anything with good intention.If I said it doesn't hurt, I'd be lying.
You all but happened to me in
the knick of bad timing.I have what seems to be the worst kind of taste,
Blinded to the truth by his beautiful face.Devil is in the detail..
Mind games from the man with a charm.
An intellectual,
that will have your intuition disarmed.
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.