Poem -

Guilt Quilt

Your face is made up
But your smile cant lie
What you have to say
Unravels our tie

Perfect is your stance
But shallow your glow
Those who know you best
Long left the ghetto

The streets can pull too
Delighting your past
Don't let it fool you
Your beauty wont last

The beauty of quilts
Are shallow covers
Dazzling the eyes
For under-covers

A new breed of woe
With stones in new walls
Locked in, are can't leaves
From trips from old falls

Don't song and dance me
Give it to me straight
Where you are headed
Covers can't hide fate

Oh yes you smell good
Desires abound
Compromising self
Is where broken' found

Smiles can be for show
But faces are not
Especially Quilts
With a guilty note

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Tony Taylor

Nathaniel my friend.........lovely, the way you use varying words for Quilt.......the way you weave a quilt in a pattern that conveys feelings of woe and guilt........superb my brother!..........smiles..........TĀ  xx

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Nathenial Jones

Tony T'

...we live in a real World...we may swim shallow...but the dive is deep...thanks for being You...somehow my appreciation for you is as a Quilt without the Guilt...smiling...smiling...peace...and nuff respect...nj

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