acute pursuit.

by veepho

it's not a one time thing on the brooklyn bridge.

it’s not a one time thing on the brooklyn bridge.

I go around the lake in hopes of,
finding deepe
r route.

I find myself upside down,
in tangle between fun and better loot.

I want to build a different view,
with thought of you fitting boot.

I cherish the thoughts of your smiles fitting mine,
on playground parachute.

I look ahead and tried to see,
what’s past the fermented fruit.

I tried the trail and remembered well,
the paths of deep uproot.

I don’t mean to scare, or intimidate,
the potential change of suit.

I’ve tried roundabouts and cul-de-sacs,
but it’s not a
good commute.

I’ll try to stay away,
but these urges aren’t minute.

xx

-v

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