Seductive words,
consume my skin,
graceful like birds,
to cover sins.
Rips me in half,
flirtatious war,
invokes my laugh,
ego keeps score.
Deep thoughtless sigh,
exposes soul,
keep my head high,
game of control.
A stare so still,
it keeps you stuck,
kidnaps free will,
grants me good luck.
Deceptive ways,
hide on your face.
I look away,
to win first place.
Set myself free,
regain my spot.
You try to flee,
I tie your knots.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written for FFFC #218 hosted by Fandango
