Provender sonnet

You allowed yourself come into my words path,
we both know I let you in fully aware,
and met around my brand new soul, gone was wrath,
blindfolded as to how much you and I would dare.

I felt like Emmylou this June, dancing,
and you gladly became my first aid kit.
Pretending a full absence of romancing,
so many exchanges, barely no time to sit.

The name was passed as a warning, your call now,
may as well be ready to be hurt, somehow.

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