Deb StevensHines Poems

The two men wore no expression
They both came wearing suits
All that moved was the fly on the wall
This midnight call deliberate
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Still struggle with fancy words or jargon
likely due to leaving school so young
caught up with a strange collection of faces
Tagging along to all the wrong places
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Swinging like the pendulum
Back and forth I sway
Surely a happy medium
Oh who am I today?
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My oh my these walls are shaking
And yes another heart is breaking
I've taken all the things I need
It sure as hell is not by greed
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Her fairy dust casts glitter
She sparkles upon each stride
Stylish dress to please each suitor
That of velvet lace or hide
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Late into the night
I can hear the tears
I can feel his pain
I share in his fears
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