HabitA Poem by MysticalWhispersThis poem can be interpreted any way the reader wants.
Snake slithers with an unborn innocence
Unintentionally menacing Drunk on a soft symphony Razors pierce the sins When questions are deflected Not a word is spoken But glares unbroken Even when its body wraps around the neck Hissing whispers to control your emotions Look out the window of a newly found prison © 2014 MysticalWhispers |
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