Little Misbegotten
Glistening grass in the underpass
The more captivating you are
The more captured they become
You strengthen ties
Build truthful lies
You think you have a connection
And then it dies
No one left to wonder why
People will do what they want
Whether you ask them to or not
Don’t move or you’ll get yourself
All wet and water hits the ground
No solid matter to be found
A touch of insanity and a perfect
Cast of foundation to
Disguise the blemishes
How convenient to be born with
Perfect skin and secretly
Beguiled behind the veil of
Misunderstanding and knots
Wanting to be Little Misunforgotten
Maybe people had grown tired
Maybe the yawns were legitimate
Questions to be answered
Were waiting at the foot of the stairs
But the approximate time
For arrival was undetermined
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Poétique 