Poetry

Young and bold a secrets old
Uphold a facade in case it's told
Flawed and stark this secrets cold
So stealth's apart of steep smarts and
silent speech marks where your leak starts and
it boils and swells;
It delves beneath.
Seize with teeth I beg to tell;
I beg to spoil
This white linen you've clothed me in and
I'll foil our plans before they begin and
you're blind.
You're blind to the grand plot.
You grip onto a cash crop
that whithers and stops short
of extortion.
I'll seal our fate in scarlet letters and
I'll make a deal with harlot bettors and
you are so blind