Twists

Twists

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I am caught in a tricky entanglement,
Brought on by looks and innuendo.
How cruel of you to make it so.

Far removed from lives long lived,
the cryptic heart worn on your sleeve.
However inappropriate, there none the less
Am I the intended?

Enlighten me, master of the mystery.
I will not act unless directed to do so.
Playing right into your hands.
And you into mine.

© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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I like how you explained the concept of a relationship that is unsure. I had to read it twice to understand what you were saying but in the end it was well done.

The line " Master of Mystery" got my attention. hehe

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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