Backseat Diplomacy

You stick like glue, Love, no matter my due
Non-judgmental and sequentially fair
We’re sweetly jovial so much of the time

And then, as doubt grows like wild ivy
I sometimes loathe the woman I’ve become
Copping a plea of insanity

Often baffled by being me
Smoothing my feathers after a long flight
Taking leave of my senses yet again

Channeling my thoughts
Given over to misdirection
Planting seeds with good intentions

Assertive by nurture more than by nature
Greasing the wheels of experience
Indecisive and so prone alone

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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