Your intentions have been weighed and measured,
Placed on scales,
Silence slows a whispers weight,
"It's not in me to withdraw,"
"Nor I,"
The weight is wrong,
Perhaps the scale is incorrect,
Now you've been found wanting,
Wanting an answer,
Wanting the truth,
Wanting,
It is a seesaw swaying side to side,
The certain and uncertain are set in stone,
The stars will change no more than those that are certain,
Even if wrong,
Spite will weigh you,
Spite will measure you,
Spite will leave you wanting.
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Adding in Additions
PoetryI will be writing and adding to this ocassionally, no set plans as of yet just writing down what i think of off a whim or feel should be written down :) Feedback is always welcome as i have not really studied or researched how you are meant to do po...
