Say no more & do no less
I’ll say your name
in time,
Say mine the same,
we’ll be fine.
On your twinkling eye
your bridged brow
climbs, glib, and ever high
Spikes up, sloping plough.
Across the centre, making traces,
forever under your slick
no name face
“counter-banter” tricks
Hit the stand.
He holds his hands high,
He’s in demand.
A joke given over -
Try your entrance;
these little slippers slide
under your elegance
deciding to strive.
Happiness floats but over, deceives
deeper holes - frisked by spades
Guardian always leaves
you to dig out graves.
That was then,
and given over to Dire Straits,
the only band that mended you
willows awaken
inside your heart
giving to forgive being taken.
He goes inside minds
A judicial guesser
Leaning ear to glass
He has been heralded
adapting present’s past,
Stay divided.
Combing time, suits and gaze
‘lessen your guess, you’ll find more
Guilt is wrath
is law.
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