He doesn’t seem to realise this utter propensity of his to attempt to disguise
 
Each aside every problematic occurrence of only ever these seemingly No halcyon days
 
Been trembling right at the agonised seams – an undeniable social pariah, prying yet all too frustratingly failing to hold the opposing eye
 
Fear-filled, drilled on through him, a failing to fail to sin outright
 
He means well, just that these… these darn dastardly decisions of confustigated his…
 
Do tend to tear him to unsettled pieces
 
She’s been longing to want to make a sentimental impression, to gently press a lower lip against a suddenly opened ear
 
And to scintillate to settle say when
 
Everything