Nothing makes me feel this way
to bend to ones control.
I don’t like what happens to my brain
but the feeling is far from miserable.
There’s a power, there’s a charm
in every little pattern
in every little syllable
everything that shouldn’t matter.
–
Two feet in.
No doubs, no doubts, no doubts.
Two feet in.
I’m proud, you’re proud, we’re proud.
–
It’s not a new feeling:
it’s really quite stale
to go into detail.
But I’ll make it brief.
Mr Brown, where are you
with your good grief?
Underneath the charm of your body,
you’re terrible and smite me,
and just how unlucky it is
for me to want you.
–
And it makes you wonder
just how lucky we are
to get the chance and the choice
to put two feet in.
–
Two feet in.
No doubs, no doubts, no doubts.
Two feet in.
I’m proud, you’re proud, we’re proud.
Sammicakes 
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What a lovely poem and such a great title. Keep writing like this. It spreads joy
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thank you for the kind words, I definitely will continue ❤
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Beautiful work, here.
I can sense the submissiveness, as though from a worse existence to a better one. It is that way with love, isn’t it? We believe we have everything in numbers, in the numerous. Though, when we find that “star” among the rest in the twilight, we are grateful we have been found and not neglected.
Your poem has a grace to it. It is wonderfully written. 🙂
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wow! that is such a gorgeous reading of this poem, your work and comments never fail to amaze me ❤ thank you for the kind words
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