Seventeen:
This verse being read
Starting from my heart,
Where childhood light
Breaks apart,
The indecisions of many a past memory,
And relives the cruelty of ones own enemy.
To myself be true,
Fake not
The dimples drawn
On the face which becomes you.
Where dreamers will not tread,
This source is my bread.
For even as sweet
As the dreamers truth,
Adventure abounds
Past the fountain of youth.
Nineteen:
So many times I wish I were
Not so much him, but a little more her.
Her beauty to which manly tides flow,
Yet my fate has a more peculiar glow,
Past the trees, and shadows of dismissiveness.
Twenty-one:
AND NOW!
My beauty divides your soul,
Like a lawyer
I never settle for less
than what I want.
Peer into my eyes,
See where the threat to your heart lies.
I run with reckless abandon.
My darling...
Are you prepared?
Twenty-three:
With fair winds and a following sea,
Jesus sent me to the west,
To absolve my seven sins,
And incredulity forms
The waters of that
Which I must happily dive in.
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