I was asked what am I good at.
Not a second, in conviction..
I can dance in rhythm and cast a tune,
I can paint you in words and story..
You can marvel in your chaos in poetry..
I can make a stranger a beholder.
I can turn stoic from warm and meek.
But that's just half to it.
Know what's where I'm better?
Being up to no good.
Being the villain of the story somewhere..
When something good seems unraveling..
Effortlessly conniving self-sabotage.
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HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
