The grits and pain are more than sand for sure;
Handful of tricks, intermix to transfix
The mind, will knock at every lover’s door;
Their keys push bolts aside with plenty screws;
So guard well your soul, with a rose-thorn fence;
Players of harps would find no audience;
List of emotional needs don’t you show;
Hoping for a suitor whom you adore;
No way! Gone like the wind for ever more;
Wear the ace of hearts on chest not your sleeves
Reverse psychology tools lead your way
Say yes when you mean no; this is not tact;
"Lying is not the charm that holds love
close".
©Paterika Hengreaves
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