HORN

If you chase things they run

That’s a natural reaction

Allow things to flow

So you only have to catch and grab them

Delayed never denied

So why sweat and panic?

A journey and not a destination

Like a joyful pageant.

Insecurities that ruined me

Taunted me so foolishly

Like the Universe was moving me

From all the things I did stupidly. 

He brings out the truth in me

Beauty exuding fruitfully

Actions the better proof for me

He removed his mask 

Discarded the things he use to be

Together our forces are joined

Semi colon 

No running on

I’m a fashion not a form

Voice melodic

A seductive word porn.

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