Poetry Monster

Signals by Walid Saba

Dear you,
You are an amateur thief
Not so subtle in stealing the looks
Your plan is very clear
And every part of your body
Reveals your scheme

Stop caressing your hair
Be gentle with your knees
I have received the signals long ago
I can even hear your heartbeat

No I am not that calculating
And I am not an oak
I am much weaker
Much more fragile

Be patient my dear
I was only practicing
The syllables of my name

But my glass is now empty
And I think I got my name right
Make room
I am heading your way

Let me teach you the art of deceiving


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