– (awkwardly) vital information –

Open field, open door,

give me more than I’m ready for.

Trust this mouth won’t slip your demons, your

innocence crashin’, your boyfriend creepin’.

Wait though please, Sweet Sister Blue, these

confessions coming out from you – are

they secrets you should be sellin’ to a

soul known for a month or two?


Gratitude washes o’er my flesh, for

such great trust from you I’ve kept, but

caution is key…

don’t you agree?

Your tales won’t slip from these lips, for

great respect from me you’ll get, but

 caution is key…

don’t be naïve.



D.J. Whisenant


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