It Takes A Push To Start The Tumble - Poem by athena bell
who whistles so sweetly when nobody’s there.
just let them come to you, don’t even glance.
you told them you were clean and clear as glass.
You bloody charlatan,
you scarred me with your stains of watery dew.
Charlatan, oh charlatan,
she doesn’t tie her hair back for no reason.
You awful, awful charlatan,
no dirty tricks, I can see you’re something.
stop looking around waiting for the most rare.
can’t you see that it is all right before you?
you think our worlds are engulfed in rain.
you live in but a puddle of the universe.
condescend; come down from your high tree-top.
once you show your true self, nobody cares enough to look.
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