Poem: Daredevil’s Leisure


Daredevil’s Leisure

She looks at herself everyday,
In times of sorrow and loneliness,
The awkward moment when being spotted,
Makes a gentle heart shake.

Tell time more often then before,
Make the pitiful reflection seems enchantment,
Feelings of uncertainty versus mockery,
Shadows burried deep with no remorse.

She has been warned many decades,
Yet the more warnings she got the lesser she cared,
Society is despicable in her eyes,
Dearest darlings just wed with no ends meet.

She wanted a daredevil’s life,
A mistakenly sexy leisure possibility,
Or even a mastermind of availability,
She needed none but freedom of silence.

Yours Truly,


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