Doubt
At first,
I wonder if I will be okay....
I let him work,
yes, I play.
He does the right things,
says the right lines,
digs deep.....
my soul he finds.
Too good at learning who I am,
I make sure...
that can't be the plan.
My defense is down,
I've let him in,
I think he's all about the win.
just the right touch,
I'm thinking this is all way too much.
I have to doubt,
he is too hard to figure out!
No one can ever have me this way,
I have to say good bye.....
maybe at the end of today?
poem by JAR Poet
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