Instinct

I’m on the ball with my instinct,

I rarely get it wrong.

I’ll spot that lie a mile away,

it doesn’t take me long.

Compliments won’t sooth me,

if they’re not for real.

Don’t ask me how I know this,

it’s something that I feel.

Instinct is ingrained you see,

like I’m a little wild.

An intuitiveness about me,

back since a tiny child.

I’ll know if you really love me,

I get it through the air.

Doesn’t matter what you say,

I know if you really care. 

~

Daily Prompt – Instinct

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