Lead Me On

A short something about being lead on, since I was as of lately.

Soft and tenderly inviting

It seems

Intriguing and quickening 

You think

Something anew and promising

I chuckle

One begins to open up and show their inner colors

Vulnerable

Opening themselves just a bit too much

Breaking open

Naked and there, ready to be picked

Destroyed

Temporary happiness

Momentary bliss

Undeniably, a change manifests

You have opened too much

You cannot be shut in time

The softness roughens 

Intriguing is replaced with paranoia and worry

You become the old

You still cannot shut

Knocked down and naked

Scarred and beaten

Haven't I seen this before?

Reviews

[Ezekiel Silver]

A very complex poem with terrific imagery that can be clearly found in every line.

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you.

[Ezekiel Silver]

Your welcome.