This Time You Will Be Stopped
There was a time I felt at ease with you near.
Now I sit in a corner dark.
Suspicious and fearing...
You've come knock.
To attack my giving heart.
And I sit there prepared.
With a loaded pistol cocked.
Ready...
For false charms that come to alarm.
But this time you will be stopped.
To never again find me unprotected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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