Forgive me Leslie, I had made an irreversible grave mistake.
I whispered bad bad deeds in front of mirrors, in front of her deep stakes, in fore of her penetrating smiles I laughed. Forgive me, I shouldn't have done that.
Everyone in the ball believed her yet lied and disposed her, forgive me as they believed her for the sake of mirror causals. Forgive me as I failed to see their feign miscalculation and hope.
Forgive me, everyone was told to believe in her in disbelief of cans. Forgive me for letting them believe for the sake of not believing, pinpointing what’s been wrong.
Forgive me as I was in a stall of drawing lines between, there is no such believe in their eyes, just cliffing at the edge.
They believe yet in belief of no returns
I've done such sneaky peeks deeper how mices would rush, I ran, pitched, and spread diseases I don't know where and when will counter back.
I expanded that might cut the throat of legacy and ropes of loop, forgive me.
Do not forget, do not be forgotten
But if you were to be forgotten, it's a must for scooping.
If you forgot, know that you don't have any choices, you don't
Be careful on what you share in front of mirrors, be careful, somewhat somewhere, someone is lurking to steal your voices, somewhat deformed and be formed in time.
Someone is hearing your voices, somewhat seeing your faces and soon found themselves embodying your stances.
Don't be afraid, just be careful.
I wrote tricks and games no one can decipher with; I tossed it around and everyone began to toss it around. I told them “This is how the game works” and they began to copy the act, no one came to open the writings. It comes back, I asked anything between the lines of game and told me that ‘this is how the game works’, I should toss it around, but I didn't.
I opened the game, the real game and was called a ‘loser’ for doing one.
I read my past writings and was faced with confusing figures of tricks and games, is this what I made years ago?
I asked the commotion and was faced by the games and tricks no one can decipher with.
And so, I surrendered.
I never asked them again and faced the ‘no one can decipher’ by myself.
And there, I found a wish.
Leslie, forgive me, fore I have found the deadliest weapon we could recognize, forgive me.
Being powerless is having more trade of price to pay, forgive me, I found the wish, and I don't know if I am going to be caged any minute anyone would realize I found one.
Forgive me, hide and change, don't tell anyone you know me, you have to keep me safe and do not ever abandon one, a promise.
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