Mindsayers
Fussy and mean
The anger of a
Immature person
Leaps and bounds
Mind you in descion
Anchored by ones lack
Of devotion
It is perfect because it
Is his
Wanted because it was
Seen as unobtainable
Kindness makes you smile
Desire makes you want
Linger first in frustration
Circumnavigate to explore
When those finding cause you
Different might your readyness
Cause you to chore
It is an obligation to keep
It is a job to have
Think of it as mine
And before you stop to laugh
Talk it over with love ones
Those who underestimate you
As need
Fault yourself in your doings
And make yourself to believe
Beyond the edges
Right were the sun meets the sky
Hand me what I long to have
And never ask me why
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2019
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