4 years ago. July 3, 2019 at 10:01 AM
Within the margins lies room for errors
The spilled ink holds your lies
The words that fall from tip of tongue
No one realises it's a trap.
Such a clever devising,
It gathers it's prey in sight
And piece by little taunting piece
It wrecks it and pulls it apart.
Unscripted and unwanted
but nevertheless unavoidabl
There is no denying it's call to all far and near,
Few remain immune, unmoved and unchained.