Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Trepidation

And so I wonder what you think of me,
Of those years of the yonder that I spent with thee.

Happiness and brightness maketh me,
But does despair rear her head, doesn't she?

I trip her, I fight her, I hide her,
She snarls  at me like an angry cur.

Now I wonder what you think of me,
As I lose my face before thee.

And as you dodge my question,
You must note this suggestion:

A poetess, a songstress, you think I shall be,
But a damsel in distress you'll find in me.

- Eisha

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