•2• Insecurity

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My paintings had a radiance of their own;
Some even better than the best pieces known;
And no, words so golden weren't mine,
On every lips, they seem to did shine;

Somehow this fellow Scarlet
Saw my works and didn't even fidget;
Her eyes traced my every brush stroke,
And with her grin, my smirks broke;

Her canvas' back held grace I could never muster;
I could even see specks of imaginary lustre;
And when her canvas flipped,
All my expectations slipped.

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My mornings curl up in gloom,
Like every day is doom;
Even though this day is no different,
I stand persistent;

Maybe I won't be belittled today,
Maybe I'll see a hope's ray;
No matter what I thought today's interview would get,
I never assumed it to be Scarlet;

She stands on the porch
Of the expensive wood I fear I'll blotch;
An unsure smile laces her lips,
As a switch in me flips.

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Dedicated to Simzh13

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