22:22, it feels like 7.
I am stuck between being confused as hell and convinced you're my peaceful heaven.
Your eyes are my redemption
Though I may not know the future
I still want you there present.
I am not rhyming on purpose but will to go in with this is evident that my love is accompanied by a hocus-pocus.
I hope I do not regret this.
Why question my certainty as if that is not a projection of your own doubt?
You are shaky
Melodies & sonnets travel roughly sweet from your mouth
I am weary of the ways of man,
Like my consistent calling to solitude, man demands my trust although his ways suggest he is crude.
Too old for another sequel where I'm miss-twinkle toes yet too young not to be swept off my feet by your charm.
"I love it here" so you say.
Is it the gratuitous dominance or ego in excitement?
Or am I in my head as I have been for eons, dwelling in confinement?
-Christine More
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