Poetry For Everyday People
Cut The Pain Make A Wish
Perfectly folded
tucked in a drawer
yet ready for inspection
as if someone was coming
to check our insides out
our secrets neat
in a straight line
loneliness
is always prepared
why are we so rhythmically
confined?
the knowing of the next move
the outcome
what they really mean
kills something within me
and I don't wanna be apart
of it anymore
I know
you mean well
I do
you're trying
so hard
in an easy place
I don't know
how to tell you?
sending rockets
to the moon
is just
a logical
sadness.
tucked in a drawer
yet ready for inspection
as if someone was coming
to check our insides out
our secrets neat
in a straight line
loneliness
is always prepared
why are we so rhythmically
confined?
the knowing of the next move
the outcome
what they really mean
kills something within me
and I don't wanna be apart
of it anymore
I know
you mean well
I do
you're trying
so hard
in an easy place
I don't know
how to tell you?
sending rockets
to the moon
is just
a logical
sadness.
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Cut The Pain Make A Wish
Cut The Pain Make A Wish
