tip toeing around raw hunger

tip toeing around raw hunger
sweet talking in the name of rush
you recede into singular summer
shadows unfathomed by caution
missing the mark every time

I do not trust you
you have taken me for a ride
more than once
but I know there has to be
a someone a human sense
a chord we share




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-08-26 at 14:50

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Beautifully said. I think you'll find it in time.
2014-08-26