A prophecy, self-fulfilling.

A prophecy, self-fulfilling.

A Poem by Natasha Montgomery

Uncertainty: not knowing if I should or if you don't want to. 
Intensity: creation of bonds. 
Meditation: maintained eye contact. 
You played me. Whether you meant to or not. 
I let you.

© 2017 Natasha Montgomery


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Added on September 20, 2017
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