You are my moral compass.
The angel on my shoulder
Whispering,
Not having opinions
(Or respectfully having them)
Is as much an act,
As having them.
I trust you
To censor me.
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PoetryWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
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You are my moral compass.
The angel on my shoulder
Whispering,
Not having opinions
(Or respectfully having them)
Is as much an act,
As having them.
I trust you
To censor me.
