David Mercier


Stuck At Why

When I'm stuck at why I choose the one to lie
only because I dread the sigh
Sigh of relief? No. the sigh that comes with cry
My tongue does not want to be heard at sight of your face
but as I write, these words dance on the page
Lie to myself, convince myself your just a hopeless temptation
but oh my! at the butterflies inside as I look into your eyes
I plead the fifth when your at question, for all they know your only a myth
Too long awaiting and I start to drift,

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