Treacherous feelings


Of treachery we know but naught,
Whimsically, we answer with haught,
Infatuated with thought, egotistically wrought,
We’re up for auction, so easily and cheaply bought.

Tides turn much easier than I will,
Your secrets are safe with me.
If you need to mend yourself by picking at me one stab at a time,
I’ll wait until there is enough holes through me to shine light on you.


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