There is frivolity in my being,
The excited state, ever seeming
To hold my heart, and lead me blind,
The evil which has not aligned.
It is the succubus within my soul,
The selfish being in control
That steals the man within…
And slips into my skin.
Bound, betwixt and between,
I have fallen to an awkward scene.
Pushed by the fluent guise
Which whispers secrets—lies—
The coveted feeling has awoken,
Even though I have not spoken.
There are eyes guided by angelic wings,
That pluck on hearted strings—
Searching and calling, in belief
The heart is the greatest thief.
DannYetman
www.DanielYetman.com
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