lies made a nest
inside your mouth
pointing north
yet you move southdarling cover up
your jealousy is showing
humble and quiet
with a presence so intriguingstepping on my path
my footprints
only with your cleaner shoes
and hating stinksbeing underneath
yet strong opinions
darling if you don't like
the doors is openlittle misconception
overachieved perfection
but the blindfolded walks the wrong
life's intersectionoh, who am I
to put you into your place
the owner of the castle
you broke in to face
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoésieTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.