The EnemyA Poem by AlanaThis came to me while I was doing laundry. I think my muse likes to attack me at extremely random moments. Also, back to rhyme I go :PTraitorous lips catch on thorns of a rose, Misleading petals, crimson exposed. Traitorous tongue twists into a snarl, Cheek reflect mindset, unkempt morale. Traitorous fingers reach out to collide, Trembling and anxious, humanity hides. Escape from the seed on wavering legs, For the traitorous heart never ceases to beg. © 2010 AlanaAuthor's Note
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