Accountability is an adversary for hidden figures
The days were reminders of the weeks upheld
Before the years quickly expired
Antequating the sequels of “the feels”
She was a runner
Passionately pounding the gravel
Ferociously cementing her artistry in the ground
The unequal was shy before her word play
Her thoughts evilly detached from the innocent
Everyone was gambling their best hands
She held the big joker in suspense
So many were attracted to her realism
Prematurely releasing their walls of protection
She was always the Queen in her game of thrones
Every board played
Time clocks set in place
Their bishops and rooks never able to capture her pawns
See her pawns were the initial defense
Her castle was the strategy of avoidance
She was always safe
They were always unexpected prey
Capturing and cleaning out the fields
Eliminating distractions from conquering her position
Beautifully flawed in her conserved guardianship
The roses lost their petals as winter froze over
She loves me... she loves me not
She loves her more
Sometimes you lose the ones you didn’t love by losing the one you love
Her love poems were at rock bottom
Introvert in her energy before she let the extrovert attract its patron
This bar was unlimited in the cognac of her skin
Every follicle held a story of tarnished wisdom
She was comfortable as the constant variable of “what if”
There it was in Sam Smith sung living room concerts
She was approached
By another imperfect
The balance to her worlds scale
How dare someone challenge her curiosity
Stubbornness slowly faded in face of the connection
Energy melted every barrier
Eradicating the champion right out of her stable
Riding fervently into the wilds of natures course
This one broke the internet to her soul.
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