Hoovering Poem by Luz H.

She wrote some words trying to hoover me back,
lacking the feature to know that my sensitivity
could see through her subtle yet devious remarks,
once again the snake wore her cloak of kindness.

"even the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel."

Words were never her lack, but her choice of words,
charity and empathy did lack.
If she could perceive as well as I do,
she would have known I forgave her long ago,
I'm lacking desire tobe entangled in her web once more.