I am a mystery
That everyone has mastered.
When sun goes down,
I sleep underneath the stars.
But I work slowly,
Right under the sun
In plain sight,
Too innocent to be noticeable
To sweet to be caught.
Someone once told me
I have sacred blood within me
I've been told,
I'm extreme.
So the next time,
Something goes haywire-
You wouldn't look in here
In the core of my heart
Too stupid to be cunning
So I'm an easy bet
Opened with lifelong trusts
And variety of promises.
You live in what I feed you,
So yes,
I am a mystery,
You think you've mastered.
YOU ARE READING
Twenty Two!
PoetryA collection of light and dark themed self musings that won't dissapoint you. Enjoy!
