Gord

2019-05-08 07:59 pm

Courage at last, my heart be closed,
Would a tap of emotion be more apropos?
Cold alack in a world of clothes,
Told: Dress myself more appropriate,
My moment is now and I'm blowing it.
Could it be at last, my heartbeat thuds,
One claps along, misunderstands the words,
I'm told I owe an explanation, for those,
For they were written bitter and old.
So? that's how they turned out, spoiled,
Characters, write their life in whole,
Much like something serpentine coiled.