A Trying Soul
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Category : Poems
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If she were to want my hand in hers, she must accept that I may never act first.
I'm severely bad with timing.
It's never the right time;
No matter which style I go about it.
I've been frowning a long time.
Though not really to the outside world.
I can't make sense of things.
Someone else was pulling my strings.
God, all this really stings.
I'm no longer faithless.
Yet, I feel fate-less.
Is there a way out of this mess?
I speakith in riddles.
While ghosts play their fiddle's.
Will you meet me in the middle?
