Sway

Not too boring.
We run away.
Please come back.
Late one night
the crickets sang loudly.
I thought I heard a guitar.
He left in a hurry.
I said nothing.
That's not good enough.
Where do you stand?
I know who left the note on the door.
It was who said the halo was handed in the depths of loveless hell.
I studied my palm.
Gave notice to the flash on the side of my vision.
If you want to direct my path straight,
bring a blindfold.
I'd rather not open the book than to pull out a disposition
yet to be seen.
Those eyes said something different.
I read everything in a considered passage.
Sway me.
I never have time to go back and forth on this notion
but it takes up a lot of my life.