Fly on the wall

Even blind eyes recognize real lies,
Her real eyes soon and surely realize,
That these guys can't provide,..
what their boasting and bragging describe,
It hurts to watch a queen bamboozled by the green fields and blue skies,
I'm hurt,
But hopeful that the words I write and these lines..,
Reach your heart, fondle your soul and tickle your fancy before the ink dries,
Everything is one take, no edits, if ands or revise
The words ,pouring from my heart, just as powerful as the waves crashing seaside,
From your greatest fan,.. who has grown tired of playing on the sidelines

This poem is about: 
Our world


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