Imperfect Poetry: Much Like Before
Chorus sounds as the bridge burns steady
Silent water crashes in small waves under the bridge
I am the one who caught your tears, your fears,
And replaced the lost pieces of your puzzle to begin to let you feel again
Begin to let you breath in and out through your nose again
When you tip…
Imperfect Poetry: This Won't Be Poetry, Just Honesty
Let’s lay out some blueprints of me
Spread them out, there’s where I used to be,
Where I could be, and where I currently stand
And do I stand tall?
No, most days I slouch in my chair at my job,
Because I’ve lost the need to try to impress
They already know, I know how to do these things,
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