The Implications of Your Strength Confuse

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The implications of your strength confuse

My emotions and leave me perplexéd;

Do I find safety in your able arms,

Or do I fear the strength superior to mine?

The way you take control is my excuse

For the comfort I find in depended

Thought and action on the more able one;

“Besides, if it were me it’d take more time.”

But I ask myself what I have to lose;

I see my future self as wretched,

Visions as a doll in your house alarm,

And I see this is not a perfect rhyme.

Which confuséd instinct do I turn to,

Content remains, but is fear overdue?

The Crowded Room is Much too Small for You

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The crowded room is much too small for you;

From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance,

And yet not once did you give me a glance;

But with one glance I would give all to you.

The corner suits me well, invisible

I stand alone to see you laugh and grin;

But every stolen look feels like a sin,

When girls’ more beauty than I assemble.

I see you here approaching me, and I

Cannot believe that you would speak to me;

But you believe I am what I should be;

I listen more and never hid in lies.

And as you dance away I fill with hope

That you have seen beyond the shallow scope.