SlightedHope you like this poem.
I am wired to be slighted.
I can't fight it,
Uncomfortable to the usual,
Nervousness to bliss,
Deafness to erring on the side of causing a ruckus.
All I wanted was to steal springs scrupulous kiss,
Taking the winds innocence,
Molding my mistress;
Riding her to my destination flissy breezy risk.
Touching the sky is more high than touching thy wrist.
You draw me miss but I can't picture this,
The paintings ting tantalizingly can't tell the terrible true telepathy;
Troublesome has no one,
But we are one and the same, slighted,
Erased from toes up to eyelids,
Eventual, excommunication eradication elimination.