a damsel's prophecy

 

A gut feeling to me

is a double-edged sword

as woman.

Immediately sensing nefarious intent;

is an advantage.

Realizing the hunch was wrong late;

is death by a thousand cuts.

Initial impression lasts; 

it is what I firmly believe.

A mouth spitting blunt and impertinent words

has no place nor regard for me.

Only those who can handle me pleasingly

are the ones who witness me

dance passionately. 

The truth is good endings

are mostly likely to be remembered.

The eyes who I allowed to have a glimpse,

left nothing but a bad impression on me. 

Maybe, my intense loathe delayed

unlocking my doors quickly.

Maybe, my terrible prejudice

only delayed the chance

of me dancing with you promptly.

Now, you're here,

I sigh deeply,

and let your music go through me;

touch and alter me.

The ball is over;

and we stopped dancing.

Nevertheless, your music and poetry

remains in me, persistently.

Realization struck my bones;

how it ends creates the true perception

of the person.